With care the deep purple ghost swipes at the edges of the wound with the disinfectant soaked cloth, cleaning traces of dirt and dead leaf from the gash with soft movements of his short pawed hand. Courtney is acting very brave, with only an involuntary gasp when the disinfectant touches a particularly tender spot.
The more he tries to clean the wound the faster the blood flows and his blood red eye widens as Namdnas sees how serious the gash really is. Though it does not seem so deep from the outside, part of the gash has cut deep into the little Dark Type's insides and as he wipes away the blood Namdnas can see the white gleam of exposed bone.
Mentally the Gengar skips ahead. He could continue cleaning the wound, get it bound tightly in clean bandages and possibly even sewn shut on one of the remaining machines. For a time things would seem o.k. Courtney would appear to recover with nothing more than an ugly scar to mark her ordeal but the flesh would never entirely heal. The wound would be infected by ordinary bacteria and become septic and swollen with pus. They simply did not have the technology to cure her now the humans were gone.
In a deep soothing tone Namdnas starts to sing, giving no sign of his intentions. The comforting warmth of his singing voice is coated in the manipulative commands of Hypnosis to make his patient feel drowsy.
"Hush now my little one,
the sun has set, the night has come,
hush now, now need to cry,
For I'll sing you a lullaby."
He starts to sing the lullaby he had used to put the little Dark Type to sleep back in the ruins of Canalave, the lullaby he had put his children to sleep with for many, many years.
"The stars they shine, the day is done.
O'er the hills the Sandman comes,
The flowers close, the Swanna sigh,
And I'll sing you a lullaby."
Courtney's eyelids are already starting to flutter as her body starts to relax. Namdnas puts down the bloodied length of cloth to cradle her head, laying the Pawniard down on the metal table of the healing machine. Drowsily she reaches up her bladed arms as if asking for a hug, a gesture Namdnas manages to provide one armed while he continues to sing his patient into a deep slumber.
"The day is done, the night has come,
Count shooting stars one by one,
To yesterday we say goodbye,
And I will sing a lullaby..."
No matter what they do she will die. The fallen length of Reaper Cloth he scoops up from the floor. Once it had been so precious to him as a last gift from his human trainer but now the peacefully sleeping Pawniard needed it more than him.
Hush now, no need for tears,
Namdnas will quiet all your fears,
For now its time to say goodbye,
I'll sing you one final lullaby..." The Gengar sings the last verse softly as he swaddles Courtney like a babe in the soft black cloth, hiding the deep wound from sight as she slumbers on.
Opening his sharp toothed mouth the half Gengar inhales deeply.
From Courtney's open mouth pours thick curls of pink mist as the Dark Type peacefully slumbers, something any native Unovan would recognize as the essence of Courtney's dreams. A few images can be made out in the coils of pink smoke; a laughing pawniard riding on the shoulders of a human and pointing ahead with one bladed forearm, a strong female Bisharp on a mountain top standing beside a scarred Bisharp with skin of blue instead of red, an image from a Pawniard's point of view of a tattered finned Vapoureon emerging from the water.
Namdnas inhales and the curls of dreaming disappear into his mouth. As the gengar continues to use Dream Eater Courtney's breathing gets fainter and fainter until finally it stops with a peaceful smile still on the Dark Type's face.
"Resquiat in Pace." The Gengar says softly, drawing the cloth over Courtney's face in a funeral shroud.
((OOC: Fill in Harbinger attack completed and wow, I didn't mean for this to be so long. It'll all the singing sorry.))