Omg this one I'm actually going to make into a legitimate story!
Horayy!
Heres the prompt:
You are the Master Apothecary at Mount Sinai Hospital and are known as the practitioner of last resort. When there is nothing, ordinary medicine can do, you save the unsavable, helping those whose only other choice would be death. When you are called to the operating room, you pull on your scrubs, take a deep breath, and charge your magical power. After you enter, your skin begins to sparkle, and the doctors and nurses' step away, knowing all too well that magic can have unintended side effects. The patient has been shot, and his heart needs to be rebuilt as only magic can accomplish. As you hold your hands over him, you look down at his face and pause. You've seen this man before... ten years ago, standing over the body of your murdered father.
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Alright so besties name is Blair
Lets go 😎
"W-what?! Y-you-" Blair started to choke out
"Yea.... actually, I think your uncle did this." Henry laughs slightly. His entire ribcage was showing. Henry had no skin nor muscles to cover his lungs.
"I-I don't have an uncle" Blair stepped back in shock. Henry stared at Blair with me most blank expression author has ever seen.
"....... you don't know anything do you? About the Acidly? The Dreamlops? You must know about the Abyss, all the Hytl Magus know about the Abyss... right?" Henry tries to get Blair to recognize any of the strange words he's spewing. But Blair just thinks he's insane.
Half out of curiosity and half because she wants to get paid, Blair heals him. But once she does, he takes a hold of her arm, and they vanish. She looks around, slightly dazed by the teleportation. A deep voice booms in the wide room before them.
"Hello Blair Hallewell. Welcome to the Hytl Magus."
