I Need A Doctor.....Doctor.....Doctor...

Greed found himself in a much colder climate. After escaping death via explosions from hell. He traveled quite far. He stopped briefly at some point to remove most of the bits of rock in his arm and shoulder. It was painful to do but it needed to be done and he did it. This was a man who knew battle well and how to endure the pain associated with it. He had bandaged his arms up with his scarf around his neck. To keep pressure applied, even though the wounds were small he didn't want to bleed out anyway. Precaution was necessary.

So yeah here he was now entering a different area. Much colder than the last to the bare chested 'old' man. He marched through the rain, though it was light here. The climate making it cold against his bare skin. He had to get inside somewhere. He looked about, seeing a small tavern. He would enter it.

It was warm inside this little place. It was almost like a diner but held an upstairs where some rooms were held. He approached a young lady. He removed the bandages from off his head so she could see his face as he spoke. His hair was a little ruffled after pulling it off but most of it hung down around his face. His red eyes looked at her. "I need someone with experience with fixing small wounds. Anyone is fine." She looked at him, a little scared but smiled. "I could help you, there's a first aid kit upstairs in each room. Follow me." She began walking up the stairs, he followed. Once in a room the girl unwrapped his arms and saw where the bits of rock he removed had made holes. She used the first aid kit and it assortment of painful healing tools. She patched him up pretty well. She smiled, "This should be okay. Your wounds weren't very serious, just give it a day or two and you'll be alright." With that she began to make her exit of the room, looking back at him. "You can just sleep here till you're feeling better." Then she left.

Old man Greed laid back on the bed. His arms no so much in pain but rather numb from the antiseptics. They were feeling a little stiff. He was now reflecting. He had lost one of his puppets, a good one at that. He'd need to find a replacement. He sighed. He would lay here and think about his next moves.

Greed found himself waking up two days later. He had unexpectedly drifted off to sleep. Two days, he was quite the heavy sleeper it seemed, especially after that fight. He sat up on the edge of the bed. It seems someone was expecting him to wake up soon, for on his bed side was food and drink. He simply indulged in the warm food, filling his stomach, and energizing his body. He then stood up and stretched. His arms were feeling fine now. He then gathered his belongings and headed for the ground floor of the Tavern. He saw the girl wiping down some tables. She looked at him, and he her. His eyes staring into her soul and his grin not so eerie. She blushed and continued wiping tables. He then headed to exit the tavern. "See you again." he said.

It was back into the cold world for old man Greed. He had somewhere he needed to return. The man's hand rested on his remaining puppet scroll. It annoyed him that he allowed that ninja to destroy it, he would need to see him again for a replacement. Anywho, Greed was off to a previous location.

[Exit]