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2D, being one of the people who found her, brought her straight to the medical wing to let their people work on her. He saw what she was up against, and considering the situation, she was lucky to be alive. Although it probably wasn't luck, since Black Suits had gone up against far less dangerous creatures and not made it. She was like Wendy Watson from 'The Middleman', one of the few people who when faced with a situation that most people would freeze and panic in, she handled it in aces.

He decided to stick with her until she woke up, but assuming she made it through, he may have to talk to Bosslady about a new hire.

She'd woken up periodically while they were working on her. She had been sewn up and looked at, started on antibiotics and they were looking into something that had shown up in blood work. She wasn't awake enough to understand it, even if she was a doctor. When she did actually wake up, she was in a bed, taking a deep breath and then realized where she was.

She looked around, bright green eyes horrified and in pain. She was running a fever and she ached. Something still wasn't quite right. It was only a few moments later that she realized she wasn't alone.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" He was trying his best to be comforting, although still, even with Candice, in the presence of a beautiful women, the charm turned on.

"Sick," she said, staring at him. She wasn't sure how she felt about this guy, but she was going to figure it out at some point. Maybe. "Where am I?" she gave up and just asked, "what happened?" Her head was pounding. She winced.

"You are at the BPRD, and what happened was that you went up against a nasty little critter that should have killed you. Should have being the operative word."

She narrowed her eyes and sighed. "What's the BPRD?" she asked. It was the only thing she could get out of this so far. If she asked about the thing that attacked her... well, she wasn't willing to think about it.

"The Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense. What you went up against in that apartment was one of many things which go bump in the night, we... bump back." Since the Fae war, he had gotten a better description of what the BPRD does, beyond the nervous description Bosslady had started with, even if what he got still sounded dumb to outsiders.

That just made her suspicious. Though, the second he mentioned what she went up against, she realized that as sick as she felt and as out of it as she was, her boss was expecting her back. "Shit... my patient..." she cursed again and brought a hand to her face, "my boss... dammit." She didn't have time for some paranormal bullshit.

"He called you, seemed upset you were taking so long. Told him that you were currently under FBI Quarantine because you had ran across something that was making you sick, and couldn't be moved from here. When he brought up the patient, I told him I'd gladly ship him what we were treating you with, to see if that worked.... Then I hung up on him." He grinned some at that. The guy definitely deserved it.

"Quarantine? Now they are going to put the patient under quarantine and flip because..." she trailed off. That was just making her head hurt. She couldn't believe this. Not only had she been attacked by some thing, she pissed off House and managed to get herself sick. She should have stayed away... kept away.

"Covered that too, your boss is REALLY nosy. Told him that you had the same sickness, but different strains. Yours needs quarantine, but as long as no one else shows similar symptoms, he should be fine under just supervision."

"Do you have a better idea of how it should have been handled?"

She let out a low groan and covered her eyes with the heels of her hands. She figured that House wouldn't take that as an answer and he'd need to know more, but for now it would hold him off until she could come up with a better story. "The FBI would never be involved..." she muttered and looked at him, "He's going to be a problem." She figured that whatever it was that happened to her today, these people knew something and the rest of the world didn't.

"What happened?" she asked finally.

He was going to have to think of something, but for now, other things to worry about.

"You got hurt by a creature, I'm still kind of new here, so not really sure of how to pronounce the name, so let's call it the Little Fugly Fucker, or LFF for short. It apparently has poison in it's claws which is what caused this to you. Fortunately, we were tipped off about the man who owned the apartment, your patient, and were on our way to check it out. You apparently got there first, found the LFF, and hurt in the process. We captured it, brought you and it back here, and started treatment."

Once explained, he goes back to thinking, "I may have an idea as how to handle this."

She was only half listening. Something about the whole thing was off. Seriously? Some creature that had poison? Well, that would explain the age old scratches the patient had had. They were puffy and bright pink, surprisingly not too infected, but they hadn't been healing well. Damn, even when she was sick and lying in bed in some... wherever she was, Remy's brain didn't shut off.

2D could tell she wasn't really paying attention, and decided to mess with that juuuuust a little.

"... and that's why we need to throw your body in the incinerator."

She glared at him at that. "Funny," she replied, not the least bit impressed with him. She sighed and shook her head, realizing that that was a horrible idea since her head hurt. "So what now?"

First, he gives her the charm smile, because really, what else can he do after that comment, "Well, you're going to stay here and heal. I'm going to talk to one of my bosses, see if I can get them to contact your boss, tell him a version of the truth. That the guy you were treating is wanted by FBI agents for possessing a very dangerous substance that can't be discussed, and the story given before was given by a newer agent who still is working on his cover stories. You are currently being held at a government facility due to being found by two agents and will remain here until stated otherwise." He didn't even bother to go into what he was going to do once she was good to leave, because he wasn't too sure himself.

She listened as he explained what was going to happen. She wasn't sure exactly how this was supposed to comfort her. Lies, hidden departments of paranormal whatevers... She didn't have time for any of this. None of it made any sense and she wasn't going to get used to it any time soon. She gritted her teeth and tried to think past it. "How long?" she asked, feeling exhausted.

"About a day or two, maybe more if we Retcon you..." he said, feeling bad for her, before remembering not everyone knew what Retcon was. "... It's an... amnesia pill, as my boss calls it. You take it, and it'll wipe your memory of an certain amount of time. You'd forget everything that happened since you were in the apartment, everything I told you, everything you learned."

*Ted happens to be there when she's brought in, and he frowns as she's whisked past him towards the medical wing*

...what the... are you alright?

[She's only half with it. Running a fever. She's already emptied her stomach on a paramedic on the ride over. They're handling lacerations on her leg, at the moment.]

Do I look alright?

Shit, I guess I was asking for that...

*still, he does seem to be genuinely concerned, and he moves back a little, giving the medics space to do their job*

[She let out a groan. The medics were currently dealing with swollen lacerations on her leg, trying to keep it from getting infected.]

Damn it... where am I? [she wouldn't remember later.]