Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5583506-20190410165207

Shanks had asked for some supplies of his own to fix his wounds while Evangeline was going through surgery, dismissing any assistance from the doctor who seemed to be more interested in the mutant's being than the wounds his comrade had sustained.

The dogman removed his coat and shirt, sitting back in a chair at the entrance, ignoring the safety and health regulations. It wasn't as if he was going to catch an infection anytime soon. The body structure of his torso was very much that of a normal human male, only completely covered with ragged, gray fur that had definitely seen better days. It wasn't enough to hide the bullet wounds however, although the bleeding seemed to have stopped.

He jammed a needle into his arm. The drugs would make the pain more bearable. He was still aware however as he began to open up the wounds again.

"Just what the hell happened in there?" he asked Tanner with a dampened grunt as he pinched one of the bullets in his chest with surgical tools. "The two of you got in and just as we get there it turned into O.K. Corall."