"What is going on in here?" Max angrily snaps. Her furious expression alone able to silence the room. Her tail lashed side to side like an angry cat's, the fins on the end painfully hitting the edge of the door though she ignores it as she stares expectantly at the two medics holding the terrified child still. By his shoulders and legs.

"He's trying to rip out his IV. We can't get him to understand what we're trying to do." One of them says quickly.

Max turns away from them to carefully walk forward, her gaze softening as she looks down at the fearful youngling. Her wings settle and fold closer to her body to not seem so large or threatening. "What is your name?" She asks quietly in an modern dialect of the Norsk language.

"Jeg har ikke en"

Max frowns. If the child does not have on then how are they communicating with him? Perhaps he never understood and that's why there was the accident. He didn't know that he was supposed to plant a bomb.

"Jeg er Natten Faller eller Max." Max responds, moving to stand near the bed. He would know hers by the least.

"Maks?" The boy asks, his eyes still fear full but no longer severely struggling away from the medics.

"Max." She nods. "Vennligst ikke dra på akkorder. De vil bli kvitt dem." She tells him not to pull on the chords, seeing the word more fit for the child to understand. Saying they will be taken away.

"Take them out," Max says her gaze shifting away from the boy to the nurses.

"We can't-"

"Yes you can. And you will." She says her stern tone returning again. This is something she wants and she plans on getting it like the little determined control freak she is.

There a minimal objections, but a few threats that if they get in trouble she is to be immediately blamed. The shifter didn't object to as they finally wielded away the terrifying needles and tubes. Max herself couldn't watch the extraction of the torture devises. The idea of shoving something into your skin willingly and leaving it there made her skin crawl and instincts scream 'run!'. She could handle shots well enough be no way I'm high heaven would anyone ever put an IV in her arm or anywhere. And blood extraction was another big No-No. blood belongs in your body unless you've been wounded or bitten by a mosquito or something if the sort.

The highly skilled Assassin had once witnessed someone shoot heroin up their arm while walking down an shady street. She didn't have a very dignified reaction that have off the 'I kill people for a living' aura. Ultimately she did call the authorities when the man died thirty seconds later but not before doing a a small jittery flinch with a very embracing squeal of 'ew'.

"Better?" She asks.

The small child nods, favoring his arm while wiping tears away with the other. The heart monitor slips off of his finger, not giving the shifter time before a alerting squeal from the machine filled the room. Max ducks down her wings flaring in an uncontrolled response to the danger only milliseconds later for her to realize. What happened and covering her ears instead as a nurse ran to shut it off.

The boy who had been starting to calm has lost all progress as he cowers away from the scary noise, tears running down his face.

Max slowly stands, her cringe still apparent as her hands fall from her sensitive, ringing ears. Her gaze instantly flicks towards where a heavy scent of fear comes from, the chemicals creating vinegar like smell as they collide and mix within the child's body.

"Hey it's okay." She says approaching again slowly. "It just freaked out because it thought your heart stopped. It scared me too." The shifter steps close to the edge of the bed. She kneels down to be more within the child's height as to not be so over towering. She herself didn't as easily trust someone taller then herself, it would be same to assume a child could feel safer dealing with someone not trying to tower over them.

The child looks at her. She looks at the minor burns peaking above one of the bandages covering his arms. She had saved him from major wounds and death. That was the important thing she reminds herself as she guiltily looks at her signs of failure to completely save the youngling.

"Ve er like?" The boy asks, a treble in his small voice.

"Ja." The shifter agrees. She stops as she notices something. She had been translating the language wrong. He wasn't speaking her third tongue. He was speaking her native, what she had learned as a hatchling herself while also learning the single dialect of her species as a whole.

"You're and Endering." She realizes. The child gives her a confused look not understanding. Max stands and backs away. She has to speak to someone. Now. "I'll be back." She says before quickly making for the door.

Sorry for the foreign language. Works I didn't know I used google so I hope it's good.