Dionisia worked diligently to clear dirt and blood from the area around his cuts, all the while glancing up at him now and then to check for signs of pain. Despite feeling sorry for him, she hoped this would teach him to be more cautious!

"Any curse is dangerous, Mr. Banges. You can never be too careful," she scolded, her tone decidedly more maternal than aggravated. Whether a hospital employee or a helpless victim of an attack, a patient was still a patient.

He seemed to touch the object, and while it hadn't shown any signs of activity while he did so, it seemed the object still had a little kick in it. The moment she pulled away from him, the wound fully cleaned and bandaged, the object began to violently stir on the ground next to them.

"Mr. Banges!" she exclaimed, tugging on the man's arm as a warning.