The Dove Returns to its Ruin... (Tigre Family Estate: First Generation)

[Mr.Fabulous]

"Leon... ardo..." As the doors to the outside open slowly, Helga places her rough yet caring hand on Mila's forehead, a warm and hopeful motherly-smile streaking slightly from the old woman's face...


"... Zyes... zyes she doez..."


Outside, a small medical shuttle that had a bright Red Cross-mark on its sides, hovered nearby. Beside, there stood two paramedics in dirty-white jumpsuits, their chest-pocket also fashioning the Red Cross with pride: one was a medium-height woman with blonde hair, the other was a tall dark-skinned man. The Bay Door at the back of the shuttle was open, ready to receive the girl at a moment's notice.


Helga, Ellie and Jasmine tagged along right behind as the robot began walking towards the shuttle, 'dragging' the bed along with it. Reaching the middle of the way after a few more moments, Helga waves at the blonde, "Guten, Janette. Fazcy zyou being zhe one to bring Mila back to zhe hozpital."


The woman, who seemed to be called Janette, waved back and slowly approached the group, the dark-skinned man following behind, "Top o' the day, Miss Faustbeign. Yes, it's cause I just got promoted last week ta becoming a paramedic, act'lly. I'm more than willin' ta be the one ta bring Mila back ta the 'ospital."


"Zhat zo? Blezz zyou, dear Janette. Zhat'z good to hear!"


When the two groups finally get together, the robot lets go of its hold on the bed, allowing the dark-skinned man to be the one to drag it, "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Faustbeign. My name's Loche... Loche Madison. Janette over here's told me many good things about you while we were on approach." With his other hand he shakes Helga's hand in a friendly manner, but a wry smile was apparent on his face as he said it.


"Hahahah! Zhat's Janette for zyou, Mizter Madizon. She probably talked zyour ear ovv during zhe trip, didn't zyou, Janette?" Helga looked at the blonde with a smug face.


Janette coughs a bit uncomfortably, "Aaaaaanyyywaaaaayyyy..." She pets Mila's head softly, "... The injuries on 'er look rough. A perf'rated lung, some second-degree burns, cracked ribs... Nothin' we can't handle, I assure you, Miss Faustbeign." She nods calmly at the old woman.


"Zhat'z good to hear. I hope she'll get vell zoon." The old woman brushes the loose strands of hair on Mila's cheek, "... Zhe Herr'd vish zhat for her." She bows herself to the girl's side so that she could plant a soft kiss on her forehead.


"We'll take good care of your dear, little girl, Miss Faustbeign. I can assure you." Loche smiles back contentedly.

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