There was a door on the opposite wall of the "basement." Greed took a deep breath and crossed the dirty floor. Small pebbles and bones crunched with every step. He laid both hands on the knob, twisted it, opened it. The rank odor of decaying flesh and old blood was overwhelming. Greed retched once, twice and backed away. Insanity narrowed his eyes and stepped forward into the doorway. Inside was brightly lit, very unfortunate for the small party. Man-sized holes covered one wall, 2, maybe 3 bodies crammed hap hazardously in single holes. The flesh that literally dripped off the putrid bones was a sick grayish-green. All the muscle mass had liquefied. "Gross…." On the wall in front of him was…nothing. A pure white wall, with no floor. It ended where the holes ended. "Do we have to go down there?" Insanity motioned to the rest. Trunks entered the room, followed by a reluctant Greed. "Can you manage?" Insanity motioned to Katie, who was still conscious, remarkably enough. She nodded faintly. Insanity hopped over the edge, landing not too far down. Greed landed on his knees, none all to graceful. Trunks hovered above the ground before touching down with ease. Greed glowered and grumbled about show-offs.
"Set Katie down for a bit…." The room they were presently occupying was a prison infirmary. Rows of bottles of drugs and anti-viruses lined one wall; dingy medical textbooks filled the shelf on another wall. Trunks set Katie on the ancient leather chair in front of the surgeon's desk. Greed and Trunks flipped through the texts while Insanity went through the rows of bottles.
"Nothing, nothing here for whatever it was that bit her…." Trunks slammed a book shut. Dust flew everywhere. Insanity set down a random bottle and slapped a hand on his forehead.
"Fuckin' duh!" He turned to face the others. "Archer taught me about seemingly useless shit for whenever we go out to the brush." He walked over to Katie and took her wounded arm in his hand. "He taught us how to suck out the poison from a venomous bite. Tell me if I hurt you." He said the latter to Katie, who nodded. He closed his mouth over the punctures. After a few seconds, he turned his head and spat. The blood that splattered onto the floor was unnaturally thick and tinted black. "That tasted friggin' nasty…." He put his mouth over the wound again and spat again. After a third time, a rather unattractive blood clot plopped out of the gash, followed by fresh, crimson blood. Insanity immediately slapped a pad of gauze over the wound and secured it with medical tape. "There…that's good…."
Katie slowly recovered, her skin returning to a healthy burnt peach color. "That actually worked…." Her eyes focused, actually focused on her friend, who was currently trying not to gag from the rancid bloody aftertaste.
"Thank Buddha…." Trunks said. It wasn't supposed to be comical, but his remark made Insanity burst into nervous laughter, the kind of laughter that had been bottled up inside for so long and just needed to get out.
"Sorry, I've been real stressed lately…." He stood unsteadily.