Author's Note: We are picking up from last week. I was debating on whether I should go into full detail this week or not. I was running out of time and decided to save "playing doctor" for next week. I will work this key and the next one with the Halloween special. I have a strong idea about where I am going with this. Next week, you already know where we're going with this. Just brace yourselves for it. If you thought the wolf-demon sex scene was crazy, I am going to have to top that one next week and the Halloween special. Wish me luck. For now, enjoy this week's key.

Key Six: Clinic:

Sometime later, Allen came up to a building with a giant red cross on it. Said cross wasn't turned out. The building itself looked closed. Still, the angel looked through the glass. No one was inside, of course. He reached over for the door. Allen didn't have much of a choice. His ankle was still bleeding. There was a trail of blood in his wake. It was amazing that nothing had picked up on his scent because of it. The angel looked down at his right wrist. Was it the bite doing this? Allen shook his head. Despite this, he didn't hold his breath. How many of them were hiding in the dark, waiting to attack? He wasn't stupid.

Right now, he had an injury to tend to.

Allen pushed on the glass door. To his surprise, it opened up. The angel looked around as he pressed his lips together. He had no plans on staying. Allen planned to get a bandage and hurry back out on his journey. A quick in-and-out job, right?

"Hello?" Allen asked. "Is anybody here?" The angel took slower steps. He would not let down his guard.

"I'm not staying loud! I am just here to get a bandage and leave! Don't trap me here." Allen looked around as he kept walking. He wished that he had a weapon of some sort to defend himself with. He lost his powers a long time ago. His left arm was pretty much dead weight now. It was a good thing that Road-Wolf chose to bite into his right wrist.

Wait… No, it wasn't a good thing! Allen prepared that he didn't have an angry bite on his wrist that burned his skin. But had to debase himself just for protection. She manipulated him into doing that. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. If he ever ran into that wolf demon again…

But then he froze. Allen took a listen around him.

"Hello?" he asked.

There was no one around. Still, the angel slowly looked around. What was this now? Suddenly, he heard the sound of high heels walking down the hall. The angel lifted his chin. He listened as the footsteps got closer. Allen held up his arms in defense. He held his breath as he waited. Giggling caught him off-guard.

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice said. "What do we have here?" What Allen saw next thoroughly confused him. There was a woman dressed like a woman dressed up like a nurse with a fox mask on her face. She held a clipboard in her hand.

"Welcome!" she greeted him. "Welcome to the Clinic. What can I do for you today?" The angel gave her a blank stare. She looked down at his ankle.

"You look like you have an owie there," the nurse said. Allen looked down at his ankle. More blood had pooled up from the wound. The angel couldn't hide it from her.

"A cat bit me," he mumbled.

"Aww! Poor baby!" the nurse cooed. Allen found himself unable to move.

"Please stop," he said. "You're creeping me out." The nurse waltzed closer to her prey.

"Let's treat that little boo-boo," she said. Her face was inches away from his. He could see her grinning through the mask. She grabbed him by the arm before he could respond. The angel shook his head.

"I just need a bandage," Allen said. "Just let me get one and I will be on my way." The nurse smiled and shook her head.

"No," she said. She dragged the angel down the hall with her. Allen tried to pull away and not move. That pushed the nurse to pull harder.

"Come on," she said through gritted teeth. "You are going to get treatment!"

"I'm fine! I don't need it!" Allen said. He wouldn't stop pulling away. His captor dug her nails deep into his wrist. The nurse whipped her head around. Allen froze with wide eyes. Even through that fox mask, he could tell that she was pissed at him.

"Look! You are bleeding and need treatment! And you are going to get treated for it! So you can come quietly or I will drag you down this hall! Got it?!" she snapped. Allen winced when he felt something prick him in the wrist. His vision began to swim. The nurse was talking to him but the sound came out muffled.

Then everything went black.

Allen awoke to the smell of rubbing alcohol in the air. He found himself lying against something cold and metal. He tried to get up but found himself unable to move.

"Hm?"

He tried to get up, but he found himself strapped down to the bed. Wrists and ankles spread eagle. The angel could only move his head. It was just pitch black all around.

"What the hell?! What is this?!" he shouted.

"Oh good, you're finally awake," a voice cooed in the darkness. Allen turned his head reluctantly. The nurse walked up to the operating bed with a lantern in her hand. Allen quickly shook his head.

"Naughty patient," the nurse said. "We can't have you roaming around the clinic with that injured leg, now can we?"

"I'm fine! Really, I am! I just need a bandage. Now please just let me go!" Allen pleaded. The nurse smiled under her mask as she shook her head.

"It's too late for that, baby," she said. She looked up to someone unseen in the darkness.

"Doctor, I think we're ready to begin," she said. Allen froze. Doctor? He turned his head when he heard chuckling from the darkness. Don't tell him…

An image of Road walked out in the shadows dressed up like a doctor. The angel's heart sank. He should've known.