"Just you fucking do it, Doc! Go in there, get what I want and put it on!"
Embriella was enraged. Certainly not in the right frame of mind and there was little she could do without the surgeon. She sat on the clinic table, staring down at her exposed chest. One perfect breast, one horribly swollen and stained with blood. Gauze was packed into a gapping wound, one where her nipple had once been.
Money had a way of talking, and it took quiet a bit of change to get this in motion. First, you needed a doctor. That was easy enough to find, they had directories for doctors. Second, you needed a doctor with a less than scrupulous credentials. Then you needed to get that doctor to operate, and quickly. The only other thing you needed was a donor. Which she also just happened to find in a nearby slum. She was curled up on herself in the next room over, paranoid and tweaking from what ever drug she was on. She didn't have needle tracks, so Embriella chose her-just in case there was some chance of contracting a disease from such a surgery.
The doctor trembled, his hand shaking a bit, "I don't think I can...."
Embriella bounded off the table and grabbed him by the white jacket, slamming him into the wall. Her hand and knee were bandaged but healing rather well. She grimaced slightly, but the anger out weighed the pain. "You will! What am I paying you for!"
The doctor gulped, and looked down, his lips trembled, "Yes...." Embriella let her eye brows rise sarcastically. "Don't want to hurt the little drug whore? I'll do it." She walked back over to the small silver table by the clinic bed grabbing a scalpel and half limping half stomping pushed into the other room. The drugged out Cutie jumped up in her chair as Embriella barreled towards her. One viscous backhand came across the girl's face and landed her on the floor. "Can't beat up a Lycan but I sure as hell can lay you out." Embriella leaned over the woman, taking the operating instrument, she sliced open the girls dirty shirt. Embriella paused, hovering the blade against the left nipple that was exposed. She growled softly and spun around, whipping back into the room where the doctor had been peeking from. She glanced around, eyes alighting as she found a bottle of iodine and brought it back out into the waiting area. She used her teeth to pry the cap off the disinfectant and squirted it all over the passed out female's chest.
She proceeded to cut the flesh of the mortal, taking more than was necessary so to insure the doctor had enough to work with. It was basically the same as her own, perhaps a shade darker in the areola. Leaving the woman to bleed in the waiting area she turned back to the doctor's office and placed the hunk of flesh in the little silver dish. She tossed the used scalpel away into the corner of the floor and glared at the doctor once more. "Your turn, and don't spare the numbing stuff!"
The doctor would nod quietly, snapping on a pair of gloves. What choice did he have. The strange woman had dirt on him that he didn't know existed, but at least the bag full of cash seemed to ease his mind. He would bring the needle filled with a Novocain like drug and within about an hour, the donor nipple was attached and Embriella was free to sit up. She did so slowly, everything in her left breast numb. It was still swollen, but with any luck the quickness of her decision to repair the injury and the speedier recovery she anticipated would bring a little feeling back to the sensitive nub someday. She shook her head softly, as the doctor squeezed the nibble softly before his thumb and forefinger to test for blood flow. He reached toward other breast, pinching that nipple as well. Embriella's eyes narrowed and her good leg would swing up from the table and land square in his sack. The Doctor drew a deep breath in and turn a funny shade, backing away slowly. "I think I've had enough of you...." Embriella reached for the bandages gently laying the gauze and carefully securing it with tape. The doctor was hunched over near the door as Embriella slipped off the table. She pulled on a simple black button down shirt and secured the top three buttons, leaving her belly exposed as she hissed at the doctor pointing to the waiting room. "And clean that mess up!" Embriella was reassembled and as whole as she could be as she left the clinic. She'd be recouping for a week or so, but then....It was time to break out the big guns, cause she had some scores to settle.