leila
She stepped out of the linen closet with a cursory glance down the hallway, verifying that none gave her and these awful fitting blue scrubs a second glance. A nametag was pinned neatly to the left side of her chest, her long brunette locks pulled upward in a bun far tighter and neater than Leila ever would have worn of her own choosing. It was, perhaps, odd for the lithe fae to visit a place such as this, particularly when her family had a penchant for a far more heinous method to collect the blood they so often feasted upon. As it was, however, Leila quite liked having a 'backup', so to speak. One never quite knew when disaster might strike - being so often the harbinger of catastrophe herself. A soft hum echoed on her lips, her tennis shoes squeaking against the slick tile underfoot. She headed straight to the only place within the hospital she'd found was often too busy to notice the extra 'nurse' on shift. That is, the extra nurse who wasn't really a nurse at all. The emergency department was a hubbub of activity - chaos filling the ward as doctors and nurses shifted from the influx of patients with the traumas varying from petty cuts and scrapes to bullet holes and violent vomiting. Choosing exactly which bed to hit was vital in a theft such as this. She didn't want to catch the sight of the head doctor on duty - handsome as he was.
Leila chose the first nearly empty bed (patient excluded) on her right, drawing the curtain around her as she entered the small cubical in some feigned effort to give her chosen 'patient' some privacy (or more like to further obscure her existence entirely). She pivoted in place, a far to cheerful smile upon her lips only to find herself face to face with a young man - one who...definitely wasn't bleeding. An audible sigh left the seemingly young fae's lips as her blue eyes scanned the empty metal pole in the corner that medical bags were so often hung from. "Well you don't have any blood." She uttered in a wholly dejected tone, only to step closer towards the man and his pulled up pant leg. "Is that all you're here for?" Leila scoffed as she eyed the wound. "A few stitches and you'll be fine. Well that isn't very exciting at all." Her head tilted to the side as one finger rose to tap thoughtfully upon her lips. "Hm....well, if I can't find any blood. Perhaps I can get some blood to come to me. What do you think? I'll just stab you once or twice and call the doctor over. Really, there's no better place to be stabbed." She insisted, her free hand fluttered through the air, only for a small hiltless blade to appear between her fingertips.