Medsi

[Carter de Volthström]

Once it became clear that Cyrena’s ankle was far more injured than she let on, Carter absolutely insisted that she see a doctor. He contacted a concierge service for convenience and privacy, but after a quick consultation, learned that she would need examinations that would require hospital technology. Rather than listen to him go on and on about it, Cyrena eventually assented, and they arrived at a private hospital about twenty minutes drive from the masquerade. Cyrena refused the indignity of a rolling chair, so he walked with her to the desk.