Breakthroughs.
Myrha meets a good doctor, and a crooked scientist.
Myrha stands idly about, watching as Lore cleans and disinfects the small, concrete and linoleum room underneath his practice.
"Alright Miss. Griever, please take a seat here." Lore says as he wrings out his washcloth into a bucket, dripping a bleach and blood concoction as if it were nothing unusual for the man. And it wasn't, although Myrha has yet to learn this. She winces at the sight out of instinct. The 'good doctor' pats the metal table next to him as he finishes his duties.
She takes a hesitant step towards the table, and Lore pours the bucket out into a sink drain in a nearby counter. He discards his gloves and puts on a whole new pair.
"So, you think you might know?" Lore asks with a smile. He clicks on a common magical device used for recording. "Do repeat to me, what is your issue?"
"Well, uh, I don't have a heartbeat… And my doctor thinks that with my burns, I shouldn't even be alive." Myrha replies quietly as she thunks onto the table, sitting upright. She flinches as Lore approaches her with a stethoscope; but settles back down when she realizes that's all it is. That… is all it is, right?
Lore listens for a heartbeat for a minute, two, three, and then finally comes to a conclusion, moving his free hand to his pocket. "Yes, Miss. Griever. I believe I'll have to agree. You're a marvel, my dear."
"I—"
And then, a sharp, shooting pain makes its way into her chest and Myrha struggles to breathe. She looks up at Lore, and then back down at the dagger in her chest.
"Come on, stop playing. Walk it off, get up." Lore says with a bored sigh. "Don't tell me you still think your heart matters."
"I– I– Oh my God," Myrha exclaims as she finally regains her breath. "Why are you doing this? You're a doctor!"
Lore shakes his head in exasperation. "I'm a scientist."
And as Lore sloppily rips out the knife, eliciting another pained yelp from the young lady in front of him; Myrha finally faints, with a loud THUD.
Not even a few minutes later, Myhra's flesh begins stitching back together, fleshy strand by strand.
And then, with a strained gasp, she awakens.