"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!!!!!!" Gritting her teeth together,
Constance tries not to scream as tears spill out. She franticly looks
to the Dr. for help.

With a muttered curse, Dr. Tiner flies into instant action, grabbing
some nearby sterile gloves, gauze, and gauze pads. He slides his
hands into the gloves with an audible -snap!- then tears open the
gauze pads and presses one to the wound, followed by another.

"I wish I knew. If we only knew what you are, that would help us
figure out what's going on. At least we'd have a place to start.
Don't worry, I'll bring in the best experts we have in the field and
put our heads together on this..."

As the doctor works on Constance's arm to stop the bleeding, her
vision starts to blur. The splitting headache gets worse, seeming to
through her mind off balance. Dr. Tiner's voice wavers and warbles,
becoming hard to understand and higher, more feminine in pitch. As
Constance watches him work on her arm, the doctor's skin seems to
turn green, his features growing more and more feminine.

"You were warned not to violate your geas. Consider this a gentle
reminder of your pact with me. Next time, the consequences of
violation will be far worse...."

The woman's voice then fades to whispered echoes through her
mind...'Protect Omega....Never seek revenge....Never refuse to Heal
someone who is injured....'

"....I think I have the bleeding stopped. I've called for a Theurge
to check out the Umbra to see if something may have attacked you from
there. If it's still there, they'll find it. I haven't heard any
recent reports of Demons in this area, but I've got someone checking
into that, too. You're lucky this wasn't a lot worse. So far, only
that one wound on your arm has re-opened. At least we haven't had to
deal with ALL of your wounds re-opening. It's not uncommon for bad
wounds to re-open, but all of yours had completely healed. They
didn't even leave any scars. That's what has us so stumped."

As Constance's vision starts to clear, she sees a rather large group
of people gathering into the room, then five of them simply
disappear. Others seem focused on strange looking handheld machines
or other objects that seem to be taking readings of some kind. A
strangely calming, sweet and spicy smoke also fills the room, helping
her to relax, while others chant softly at first, then grow in volume
as they pace in a circle around the room, and around her bed.