Hospital to Hospice

*Flash!*

Reima and Quelaag appear within one of the backrooms of the church, the room itself resembled a modern hospital, with the clinical white curtains, tiles, sheets, and floor. They're standing next to the door to the room and are presented with a dozen closed curtains, Reima scans everything with Observation Haki and enters the far one on the left, spotting Geralt standing over the bedridden Ciri with Anastacia and some Monster doctors leaving just as Reima arrives.

The doctors nod towards him respectfully and he coughs into his hand towards Geralt, "Yo."

Geralt grunts back a greeting, choosing not to speak at all.

Reima sits down on the chair closest to Ciri's bed, "How's she doing?" he asks.

Geralt "They say she's fine, but I'm still worried about whatever venom that Vampire had..." he mutters.

Reima nods, "I gave them, Quelina and Vesemir some samples of it to see what it is exactly, I think Ciri'll be alright though."

Geralt "Hmm, did I miss anything important?" he asks, having not been in the war room to discuss plans.

Reima shakes his head, "No, we heard a few interesting things from Regis, and we've decided to finally go on the offensive, but other than that... Nothing."

Geralt "The battle?"

Reima sighs, "We lost a few Scoia'tael, Chaos Servants, and Civilians... But we fared better than everywhere else had..."

Geralt raises a brow at him, "Whaddya mean?"

Reima gives him a surprised look, "You don't know?" Geralt shakes his head... "Man, I'd have thought everyone would be aware of this by now... We weren't the sole target of the Vampires, I'd assume that most of the continent has been captured by them..." he says, causing Geralt's eyes to almost pop out of their sockets.

Geralt "It's so widespread? Shit." he mutters.

Reima nods, "Kaedwen was hit hard... Zoltan managed to call me vis the pendants I gave out after I'd killed the Elder Morwenna. But I was too late, Ciaran has been captured..."

Geralt frowns, "What about the survivors of Kaedwen?"

Reima "They're temporarily staying within Ichor... They'll be interrogated tomorrow if they want to become permanent residents. I won't force them to return to Ard Carraigh if they're trustworthy."

Geralt "Did Roche survive?"

Reima nods, "Yeah, him, King Tankred Thyssen of Kovir and Poviss, and your old flame are currently residing in Ichor."

Geralt raises a brow, "Old flame?"/"Old flame?" another voice asks at the same time.

...

Reima pulls apart the neighboring curtain with telekinesis, revealing Yennefer laying in bed with an ominous smile.

Geralt coughs as soon as he spots her, realising he's in trouble for one reason or another... "Guugk"

Yennefer "So, which "Old Flame" is this?" she asks.

Reima "Err, Triss?" he says, wondering if "this" was the correct answer.

Yennefer's features soften, "Hm, at least Triss is safe." she mutters... "Aside from that, why'd you not take the time to visit me Geralt? Your adoring lover was injured in a battle, I'd assume you'd be running to see me."

Geralt "Look, Yen, Ciri was injured-"

Yennefer "I know that, I was just wondering why you never asked about me... I've been here the WHOLE time after all."

Geralt "I was making sure... Our child was safe." he says, Yen blushing momentarily at his words.

She crosses her arms and looks away, "Well, I suppose that's an acceptable reason... But I'll have you pamper me until my magic returns to normal."

Reima "Why're you here anyway?" he asks from the side, knowing that Alphys and Rickerts Prototype probably had something to do with it...

Yennefer "Some fool managed to dismantle our spell like a tornado to a House of Cards... We were so focussed on the spell that none of us noticed it collapsing, knocking us unconscious with the backlash... It'll take a day or two for my magic to return to normal, so it isn't the worst. But I still want to have a word with whoever caused that to happen, Vampires can't use magic after all."

Reima scratches his face, "Yeah, I'll back to you on that..." he says, wondering if directing Yennefer at Alphys and Rickert would be a good enough punishment, or if more was required.

Yennefer smiles at him, "Good." she says, her eyes flickering to Ciri, "Ah, Geralt come inside, I need to talk with you in private." she says, pulling him in and closing the curtains. Just as Ciri begins to stir awake.

Reima "Morning." he says as her eyes dart open.

Ciri "Hnn, argh, what happened?" she says with a pained groan.

Reima "You fell asleep mid-air after destroying the Vampire army... Yeah, not really. You got destroyed by the Elder Vampire." he says with a shrug.

Ciri pulls down the cover and looks at the many bandages covering her chest, frowning, "Ateast I've still got both tits." she mutters, feeling them for injury.

Reima snorts "Yeah, I'm glad you've got your priorities in order."

Ciri "For us women, it's a priority, what'd you do if you got your cock cut off?" she says, pointing down at his pants.

Reima "I'd send whoever did it to the deepest pits of hell... And try to reattach it, if that was impossible I'd commit suicide." he states with Ciri and Quelaag laughing at him.

Reima "I'm glad you're okay though, Ciri."

Ciri nods, "You too Rei... Did you manage to get whoever attacked me?"

Reima nods, "Yeah, I did." he says, holding up Morwenna's soul.

Ciri "You planning on doing anything with it? Can't imagine it'd make something weak." she questions while glaring at it.

Reima "I think, that's a good idea... Maybe I could make something that counters Vampires?" he wonders aloud.

Ciri looks over at Quelaag who's standing dutifully behind Reima in a maid outfit, "You've been quiet Quelaag, something wrong?"

Quelaag shakes her head, "No, I just didn't want to interrupt..." she says with an awkward expression.

Ciri "It's like you're a different person since you became our servant, no biting remarks, flirting with Rei, or anything... You can loosen up occasionally you know."

Quelaag shakes her head, "I feel as though I've gotten off lightly..." she mutters, sighing and continuing, "I'll continue serving you with my full efforts." she says, though, it wouldn't be a lie to suggest ulterior motives still drove her.

Reima and Ciri look at each other and shrug, deciding to just go with it.