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[To be honest, Piper had tried really hard since the night Jordan and David died to not get seriously injured. She couldn't be completely sure that she was immortal now that Jordan was gone and until this point, she hadn't been willing to chance that particular theory.

Tonight was perhaps the worst injury she'd sustained in the least year - two years. She was sure the knife that stabbed her had been dipped in some kind of poison. Thankfully, she had been told through the grapevine, namely Adonis who had heard from another person who knew someone, about a doctor who just so happened to be a vampire in Roswell, New Mexico of all bloody places. Thankfully, she'd been in the area because she wasn't sure how much more she could drive in as much pain as she was.

Well, it was worth a shot. She had just pulled into town, checked into a hotel room, and settled in when she texted the number she'd been given.]

I heard you can patch various beings up. I don't suppose you have some time for a house call. Tonight.

I can pay whatever your rate is plus some.

[Kyle knew his name was out there and he hadn't thought about it much. No one he hadn't known had ever used it, tried to contact him, so as he's settling down for a drink after work, he blinks when he sees the text.

If someone is contacting him like that, they likely are truly in need of help. how could he say no?]

Of course. Where?

[He's not asking when. Depending on where they are, it could be nearly immediately for him.]

I just checked into the hotel near the crashdown diner. Room 208.

Thank you.

[To be honest, she was a bit surprised by the quick response but she was grateful.

Piper breathed in slowly, wincing at the pain from the knife wound on her chest. Slowly, she pulled her tank top up so she can tug it off. Later, she'll burn it. The last thing she wanted was for her blood to linger anywhere and some stupidly hopeful demon trying to make a name for himself hopping on her trail.]

[Already he's moving, gathering the leather doctor's bag he has kept for these things. So many of his calls outside of work require the same things, but he can't use the hospital to get them. ]

I'll be right there.

[And he means that quite literally. He uses the speed he has to race across town to get to the hotel. Going around the far side, away from the diner, to knock on the door.]

It wasn't even five minutes later before Piper heard the knock at the door. Course, the town was small and considering who and what he was, she wasn't surprised. She pressed her balled up tank top to the wound on her chest and walked over to the door, peeking through the peephole.

In hindsight, she probably should have waited until he got there to remove her shirt but there was no turning back now. She unlocked the door and held her hand over a ruin she'd placed there after she entered, disabling it. "Doctor Valenti," she asked before she stepped back for him to enter. Afterward, she replaced the ward which simply allowed privacy and extra protection.

"Sorry, I don't normally -," she paused and grit her teeth as another burst of pain came over her. "I don't normally answer the door topless."

He nods, knowing that the opening of the ward when he felt it, finding it curious as he steps inside. Waiting for her to set the magic again, considering her now that he's inside. He had been curious since that call, but he's built a reputation of him helping those that couldn't turn to anyone else.

He nearly smiles at that, gesturing towards the bed.

"You normally don't answer it this wounded either, I'm sure. Please. Sit down and let me know what happened? Just so I know what I'm dealing with."

"No, I try not to make a habit of that," she agreed with a little smile before walking toward the bed and sitting on the edge.

Piper thought about it for a moment but knew if she'd been given his name by someone she trusted, then she could trust him too. "I got into a bit of a scuffle, to put it mildly, and the witch who stabbed me... well, I'm pretty sure dipped her knife in something that my body doesn't like. Not that I enjoy being stabbed but I've had some fast healing in the past."

She wasn't sure whether she should admit to the former 'prophecy child bit' / maybe-immortal bit yet. Hell, she wasn't sure she was immortal at this point.

"Thank you for coming over so quickly," Piper said after pressing the shirt to her chest while another wave of pain worked through her. It had looked pretty ugly in the brief look she'd seen before walking to the door. Slowly she removed the shirt so he could see the wound. There were other cuts and scrapes but nothing she hadn't had before so it didn't concern her as much.

"Okay. That's good to know. I have some tests I can do real quick, magical tests, just to see what's wrong with the wound. If you're used to healing it, then it's either poison or a cursed blade. Let's help for the former."

Smiling at that, friendly and calm as he moves to kneel down beside the bed where he can get a better look at the wound. He opens his case, setting out things that are traditional for such work he does, and objects she might recognize for magic that he's gained from others to help him with the work he does. Because slipping from a mortal doctor to helping the supernatural world had been one of the easiest things he's done in his lifetime.

"Of course. I'm glad I could be here to help. What I'm going to do is cleanse the wound naturally, and then magically. If you start to feel anything different than what you're already feeling, please tell me. Dizziness, nausea, anything."

Piper nodded. "I'd appreciate that," she said with a little smile. She noticed the various objects in his case and released a slow breath. This was perhaps the most injured she's been in a while and had felt a wave of concern whether this would be what ultimately took her out.

If he was able to get the poison or whatever the hell it was out of her system, she would be forever grateful. She would also have to send both him and Adonis's friend a gift basket. The last thing she wanted was to die before seeing everything through to the end.

"You got it," she agreed with another nod and moved her free hand to the bedding underneath her and held on tight. "There's a part of me that's surprised I don't see more vampires as doctors...," she rambled, unable to help herself. It wasn't meant to be a dig, merely an observation.

"Also, do you know your reaction to vampire blood?"

Even as he asks, he moves to get things out of his bag. Bits that look like twigs and small sticks of herbs. Things that will react to any poison in the wound.

"If you're poisoned, there is always the option of blood, though I admit I hate using it because of the inherent dangers with it."

Such as that if she got killed in the next week, she would turn.

"I have other options. That one is the easiest on most, but you have to be extraordinarily careful after the fact."

He gets a bottle out with a nozzle and a small, absorbent towel. He washes out the wound with minimal mess. It's obvious he's done this more than once.

"Well, I haven't had any negative reaction to vampire blood in the past which I suppose is lucky for me in the grand scheme of things," Piper said with a quirk of her mouth.

She nodded. "Before... well, just before in my life, that inherent danger wouldn't have been a great concern." She wasn't sure how much she should share with the attractive vampire doctor but he did come at a moment's notice to help her out. Which was, she knew, his profession but all the same.

Considering the pain she had been feeling, she hardly noticed as he cleaned the wound with practiced ease.

"You should know since you're the doctor, that at one point I was practically immortal. I'm less confident in that theory right now with this," Piper explained motioning to the wound with her free hand. She wasn't about to go into her sob story like this - with her shirt off and a doctor cleaning her stab wound - but she figured it was especially important for him to know why she had been less concerned about the being turned part. Or, more specifically, the dying part.

"You're still mostly human, so guess you've done alright," he says, smiling like it's just a joke but there's a seriousness around his eyes because, for him, it's very serious. He's never turned another, and he has no plans to ever let it happen.

He's cleaning the wound efficiently, but when she mentions that she has been, more or less, immortal, he stops. Dabbing at the wound, but he's watching her as he considers that.

"Not that it's any of my business, but if you could be wounded like this and take the risk of it causing death, then what changed? I mean, I know my type is considered immortal, though we're not but I would have healed something like this. Would you normally have healed this?"

"I have something going for me then," she snorted with a smile. For the moment, she was going to take it lightheartedly but she spotted the tightness around his eyes.

Piper watched him for a long moment before lifting her head to look at anything but him, swallowing a lump in her throat. "Yes, I would have normally have healed this by now. What changed is, my cousin died... was killed. We were part of a prophecy and now with her gone, I'm not sure if that part of the lore is correct. I haven't put myself in direct harm like this in a while."

The words sort of tumbled out both explaining and not explaining at the same time.

"And it's just my luck that the bitch who stabbed me found something, some kind of poison, to dip her knife into." She grit her teeth, annoyed with both herself (for not being prepared for that) and with the witch that one day she would find.

"I don't know. I'm not really human but I'm definitely humane," he admits with a smirk. Probably not what someone wants to hear from their doctor either but he can't help himself.

He falls silent as he holds a piece of gauze to her wound. "Wait, you were immortal until she died? How could she have died? And how did that strip you of your immortality?"

He asks them softly, confused and definitely curious. He just can't help himself.

"I'm going to give you blood, okay? Just promise me you won't die in the next week."

Even as he says it, he gets a scalpel from his case. "Would you prefer from a glass or from the source? I'm fine with either."

Although it wouldn't be too funny to anyone else, Piper found herself laughing despite herself with a groan. While it hurt to laugh currently, she appreciated his sense of humor all the same.

She cleared her throat at the questions. "It's a... story," she admitted after a moment. "There was a prophecy about The Enchanted - the usual tripe about the strongest witches blah-blah-blah. The cherry on top of the sundai was on our 21st birthday's, we'd become immortal. I turned 21 in April and my cousin was killed just before her's. So...," she trailed off and swallowed hard, she was not going to get emotional. "So, since then, I haven't put myself in significant harm's way just in case."

Piper's mouth quirked up a little as she gave him a serious nod. "I promise I will do my best to not get killed within the next week."

At the question, she opened her mouth then closed it again. It had been a long time since... she shook her head. "Either way, I'm not exactly picky," she finally responded after a moment and with a grateful look. "There might be a glass around here, there usually are. From the source is probably simpler."

Not to mention, less lingering proof which was easily taken care of with magic.

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"So because she's gone and it involved you both, you aren't sure if it still applies to you," he repeats, considering that as he nods. "I guess it makes sense. When you consider that to test it, you risk dying then I guess it makes sense that you can't really take the chance."

He watches her for a minute. "Since we don't know what your situation is, we can't know what could happen if you were turned either," he points out. "I don't want that to happen to you, or you to find out that way either."

It's just a lot. "So just try and be extra careful."

He nods at her comment, watching her for a moment before he lifts his wrist to his mouth. Biting down, piercing the vein but not ripping up his throat as he knows others do, before holding the towel beneath his arm and offering it to her. "You shouldn't need much."

Piper nodded. "Until I take out every single bastard involved, I can't let myself get killed. I mean, I guess it'd be easier to know one way or the other, so if I do something stupid then I won't worry about dying but...," she paused, considering her words. "Somedays, I can't decide if I'd rather be immortal or not. Which seems ridiculous telling someone who is also immortal."

At this point, she wasn't sure she was ready to confront the long life ahead of her beyond this mission of hers if she was.

Piper listened to him and let her mouth quirk up. "Then we agree. I'd rather not die just yet so I will be extra careful." As far as she was aware, she didn't leave any survivors before she left so no one could have followed her.

"Thank you, again... for coming here and for this," she said, seriously before lifting her hands and bringing his wrist to her mouth.

Drinking blood was something she'd done on a few (rare) occasions (the first time with David and later from Adonis) but it always caught her by surprise how much she didn't mind the taste or the act itself. There was something else to it though that she couldn't put her finger on, something that she could get addicted to if she weren't careful.

Was that even possible? Piper assumed so.

After a few moments, she lifted her mouth from his wrist and breathed. Already she could feel Kyle's blood work through her and push out the poison. "I really need to figure out what that poison was and see if I could use it myself."

"I would say that being immortal is not all it's cracked up to be but truthfully? I've only been one for a little over a year so not as if I've watched loved ones die or had to give up my life to hide I'm not aging," he admits, which is more than he tells many but she's opening up to him and he's willing to do the same for her. Even if it means risking himself because his youthfulness makes him easier to kill.

He watches her as she takes in his blood, noting the ease with which she did it. She's done it before, isn't bothered by it and it makes it more comfortable to him. He's had people react viciously about it and he's glad she isn't one of them.

He's not sure why he feels so comfortable with her to begin with, and realizing he's ready to do whatever he can.

"Well, I have some of your blood," he says, nodding at the gauze and other evidence on the table. "I can try and run it in a lab and see if I can find out what it is," he offers, knowing it's going to be burying himself so much more into her life but he can't stop himself. Not only because of the nature of the man he is, but there's this urge to be there for her.

Which is why he starts reaching into his bag, even as his wrist heals.

"I'm going to give you a few vials of my blood. Please, use it sparingly, only for yourself, and only in dire situations. I have no plans to let my sire's line go on beyond me."

Elijah has died once, and all of his died with him. Now Kyle is the only one left.

She listened to him and was a little surprised when he opened up with her. It wasn't lost on her that he was sharing just how young he was, as a vampire, and it could be used against him. She was not going to take that lightly.

"I would agree, I'm not sure it's all that it's cracked up to be either," she agreed with a smile. "But, if it does turn out that I am, then it's good to know someone else who is at the beginning stages of this... lifestyle. If you can call it that."

Piper felt open with him in ways she hadn't with so many others since the fiasco happened and only hoped that it wouldn't be misplaced.

"If you have time and are able to, I would appreciate that, thank you," Piper said after a moment. It would, not only pull him deeper into her world with its very real danger but would also give him an idea of what could injure her if he was so inclined. She wasn't particularly worried about that last part, though she probably should be all things considered.

When he mentioned giving her vials of his blood, Piper blinked in shock. "Kyle," she said. She didn't anticipate this. "Are... are you sure?"

The pain was fading and she was becoming increasingly more aware of other things around her. "I can promise you, I will only use it for myself in very dire situations," she promised him.

She went quiet for a moment as she considered him. "I may be bringing danger to your doorstep. I'm handy with wards if you need any... something to keep you and your family and friends safe."

As young as he is, he hasn't learned to be careful. Especially not how he started out on the path he is. Being returned to his own world, or some world like his and making a life was one thing. Now though he still had to learn how to protect himself as much as he did others.

He smiles at that. "Most are taught not to be honest about their age. I didn't learn that due to various reasons." And now he was alone, but he's learned enough not to admit that as clearly and openly.

"I became a doctor to help people. Now I'm in a very unique position to help people who usually don't have anyone to turn. Of course I'll give it a try and see what I can find out. I never promise anything, but I'll do my best," he offers with a smile. "Besides, it's nice to maybe have someone who isn't pretending to be a Victorian vampire... or you know, actually is one. I swear they're the only ones that never grew out of their time period.

He reaches into his bag to pull out a slim leather case that he hands out to her. "Of course I'm sure. Just don't die with it in your system, okay? You can already tell that if you were turned, I don't have the education to help you like I should," he points out with a grin.

The smile tightens but doesn't fade.

"I'd appreciate that. It's mostly just me these days but I do see others here." Aliens and vampires and now immortals, oh my.

"At least you seem to have a better handle on it than most who are your age so that's a major step up," Piper remarked. She felt the skin from where the knife had cut heal as well as the various scrapes and bruises from the fight. It was remarkable what vampire blood could do - both good and bad.

She nodded understandingly. "Whatever you can find out, even if you don't find anything out... it's more than what I have now. Just promise me you'll burn whatever is left of my blood. I don't want others with sensitive noses to pick up on it and come after you in response." Especially when he was only trying to help and wasn't asking to be thrown into this pseudo battle.

Piper took the case with both hands and clasped it close. "Promise I won't. I don't plan on dying any time soon." While forever may not be in the cards, she would be damned if she didn't fight with every ounce of her being until it was all said and done. What came after that, she didn't know and it was the very last thing on her mind.

She nodded and gave him a grateful smile. "Tomorrow, once I've regained some of my strength, I'd be happy to swing by... wherever you'd like to place some wards on your practice or your home. It won't take long."

"Thanks. I appreciate that. I had a crash course in madness and coping with things and I think it's set me up well." He's learned a lot in that other world, even if he suspects even those that know about their life won't believe him with what he's been through.

"I promise. Everything from today and that will be destroyed. And I have places to keep it until then that are away from others. Because of my secondary doctor's clinic, I have a space I use just for this. I'll do my best to keep you and the samples safe."

And he means it. Whatever he can do for others. It's always been how he's worked.

"I just don't want you taking chances with things like today and if you hadn't gotten my help. Now if there's a bullet or anything, consider if it's desperate. I'd hate to have to cut you back open to get a bullet out."

He smiles at that, drawing out a small note pad and writing an address on it. "This is my place, and then we'll go to where I do research for my outside of humans work. If you're okay with that."

"Can't imagine that'd be easy but at least that'll help. This world seems to just get crazier by the day and that's only the normal world. The supernatural world is worse." But perhaps that was her side of things and the fight she was taking against those who wronged her.

Piper nodded. "I appreciate that, thank you." She had no reason to think he'd lie to her. Especially not after he'd come to some hotel room, patched up a complete stranger, and given her some of his blood.

"I can't make promises for not taking chances. Plenty of vampires and a couple of demons are inconsiderate. They don't feel like scheduling our fights with two weeks' notice," she mused with a teasing smile. "Though, the poisoned knife, I will be watching out for more closely."

She smiled. "Absolutely. For everything you've done for me tonight, I'm happy to ward both places." She felt loads better already and while she knew most of it was the vampire blood, she felt part of it could be blamed on maybe having an answer very soon about her.

It was only starting to dawn on her that the first vampire doctor she's ever met was also extremely handsome. Now was certainly not the time.

It's not funny and yet, at the same time, he can't help but laugh. "That's the thing. We're both dealing with what is considered weird for the supposedly normal world and yet we have to balance an entirely different society at the same time. And you're right. It is getting worse."

He's seen it in several ways, watched the way tempers were rising and others were getting upset by the way things were going.

Again she gets a chuckle from him. "Well, sorry but they're going to have to start scheduling these things. Tell them your doctor said so," he teases, even if he worries. He's sworn he'd never sire another, and he hopes to stay true to his word.

Relief shows on his face, even as he tries to hide it. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Knowing anyone can walk in just because I own the place is nervewracking and not resorting to using humans to take care of that. If I had a friend, sure, but none of this servitor bullshit I hear about."

She's funny and cute and doing work most shouldn't have to deal with, and he can't help but to be open with her about how he feels about things.

Piper grinned as he laughed. She appreciated that he saw the humor in the situation because she was honestly the same way. "It goes to show, you can't escape the shit show of life, magical powers or not."

Her grin grew wider. "Can you write that on a note so I can throw it in their faces next time? Though I sometimes question if many of them can read." Maybe she was serious or maybe she just wanted to see if she could make him laugh for the third time. He had a nice laugh.

"No, honestly - thank you, for this," she said motioning to her side and the few viles she still held in her hand. "Creating wards for your place of business is the least I can do." Piper made a face at the thought of servitors and shook her head. "I get that."

Piper took a moment to evaluate how her body felt, she was at the same time exhausted and yet filled with just enough adrenaline to keep her going for another few hours. And she was famished.

"I don't suppose there are any restaurants or diners still open at this hour, are there?"

When was the last time she'd eaten? She couldn't remember. Likely earlier that morning.

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