Life had certainly been interesting for the young red-head. First, she'd lost loved ones in Detroit when the city was attacked, which had led her to head out to Philadelphia for a family that her father had written a letter to. Things had been going well there and while it was a bit over her head, she enjoyed the people that were there. In time they had become like family. To hear of Godmother Bella's passing had saddened the young woman, but at the same time, she'd been dealing with her own skeletons. SHe'd had to shoot a man to get out of where she'd been and the act had left her quite a bit shaken. So much so that she escaped out with what little money she had, and come to the west coast. Into a city that was full of opportunities, Las Vegas.

Amaryllis had turned to learn how to be a nurse, it took time but she was picking things up quickly and was only just recently allowed to help out with patients. At least for small things. She had a gentle personality and a soft hand which had become favored by some people who were in pain.

The day had been a long one as the young woman leaned back a bit, hearing the pops of her spine as the pressure went away, leaving her to sigh in content. She was just about in the middle of her night shift as she glanced at the clipboard, brushing a stray strand of red hair behind her hear as she walked out to the waiting room, glancing up as her bluish-green eyes scanned the room. "Mr... Silvio... Violante?" She waited a few minutes for anyone to do anything. "Mr. Violante, we have a room ready for you, if you'll just follow me please."

Silvio glanced up and immediately smiled at the red haired beauty who'd greeted him.

"Ah, I didn't think my condition was so serious, but it appears I've died and gone to heaven."

With a grin, he began following Amaryllis.

The young woman heard the man's words as she opened a door and stepped inside, flicking on the light as she turned, holding the door open until the man had walked in. "From the looks of the chart, I wouldn't say you are dead, at least not yet Mr. Silvio." She offered the man a polite smile as she motioned for him to take a seat as she moved to a sink to wash her hands, drying them and hanging up the rag.

"So, what's ailing you tonight Mr. Silvio?"

Silvio blinked.

"Ah, si. How lucky I am to be alive in such a beautiful world."

He smirked as he followed Amaryllis into the room.

"So, this room? It is a private one, yes?"

Silvio's eyes sparkled wickedly.

Amaryllis gave the man a strange look as she furrowed her brows slightly, having set down the clipboard as she stood in front of the man.

"Yes, this is a private room, sir, the hospital here tries to grant it's patients with some privacy while they are being seen. Now, please... what brings you in today?"

She thought he was an interesting man, he didn't seem to be in pain of any kind, so what exactly had brought him into this place?

Silvio blinked. Well then.

"Uh, I sprained my ankle running away from... a bad situation. Would you prefer me on my back? Standing up?"

He smirked.

Amaryllis blinked as she glanced towards the man, looking at the bed before motioning for him to sit down.

"I just need you to sit down, take off your shoe on the ankle that is bothering you, please. I'll take a look at it after that, I promise to be gentle."

She offered a gentle smile to try and ease the man, not realizing that the man was trying to flirt with her or what not. She would wait for the man to follow her instructions before carefully taking his ankle in her hands, they were a bit cold from washing them and she made sure to try not to cause him any kind of discomfort.

"So what exactly were you doing when you hurt yourself, sir?"

"I was running away from someone. They... didn't approve of my behavior."

Silvio paused, smiling at Amaryllis as he took off his shoe.

"Need me to take off anything else, or...?"

As the red-head gentle poked around his ankle, focusing on where the sprain was exactly before turning to grab some bandages and a few other things. She gently wrapped his ankle before pausing mid-wrap to glance up at the gentleman who had just asked if she needed him to remove anything else.

"No sir, you only needed to remove your shoe and sock. You said you had a twisted ankle... unless you are hiding other injuries that need treatment, there is no need to take anything else off."

She continued to wrap his ankle before tying off the bandage as she moved to grab a note. "Try to take it easy for a few days, light movement. Was there anything else bothering you today sir?" 

She had to admit he was a good looking man. And she was trying to stay professional, she had some ability to flirt but she never really seemed good at it as she remembered a few of the fiascos her and Mr. Alucard has gotten in, one, in particular, being the stealing of an ice cream truck for the late godmother.

Silvio watched with interest as the beautiful woman wrapped his ankle and asked about what else was bothering him.

"Shortness of breath. Lightheadedness. Although that may just be your effect on me... what was your name again?"

Amaryllis glanced up towards the man after she finished wrapping his ankle.

"Amaryllis, Mr. Violante. My name is Amaryllis."

She watched him quietly when he mentioned that he had shortness of Breath and Lightheadedness before cocking her head slightly.

"Do you have Asthma, Mr. Violante.. if not it could be a low pain tolerance finally hitting you now that the adrenaline is out of your system, Lay back for me please and take deep breaths."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

He sighed.

"No, no asthma. And my pain tolerance may not be excellent, but my pleasure tolerance is quite high. I'd be happy to lay back for you."

Amaryllis couldn't help it after all the compliments finally, she blushed a bit at his words before moving to the side of the table and taking the stethoscope to listen to his lungs and his heart for a few moments.

When he mentioned something about his pleasure tolerance being quite high, she coughed into her elbow, her blush quite more prominent as she went to grab a piece of paper as she started writing his instructions down.

"I don't see what your pleasure tolerance has to do with this situation... Mr. Violante." Her cheeks still read as she glanced up at him while she was writing. Unlike how most doctors wrote with hard to read handwriting, Amaryllis' handwriting was a nice scrolling type with the slightest of tilts. Still easy to read, however, seeing as patients who couldn't read the instructions she gave them wouldn't be able to follow them.

Finally.

Finally, she seemed to realize that he was hitting on her. 

"It could have quite a bit to do with the situation, Amaryllis, if you wanted it to. Would you like to test my lung capacity?"

Hearing his words made her nervous, she started thinking back on all the times she had been scolded for being oblivious. The most recent memory being that of the Ice Cream Truck incident. Was this what Alucard had meant by knowing when someone was hitting on you. Was that what this was? She finished writing as she ripped the paper from the pad and held it out towards the man, her face quite red still.

"I don't see how we could t-test that, Sir. And such s-suggestive things are quite inappropriate between a doctor and their p-patient." She tried to get through her words without stumbling over them, unfortunately, she still managed to stutter just a little.

Silvio accepted the paper with a grin.

"Bene. Our medical transaction is concluded. We are no longer bound by the laws of medicine. Perhaps we could meet for a drink later? And talk about lung capacity?"

The young woman cleared her throat softly as she stood and backed up from the man slightly, seeming to think over his words for a few minutes before sighing softly and writing something down on a piece of paper again.

"I really should turn you down, sir. But something tells me you will need a nurse on your side if you get into trouble again. Give me a call and let me know when or where to meet for drinks... I don't want you to think there is more to this than simply what it is. Just two people getting drinks."

She offered a polite smile before speaking softly again. "I'm not sure how we can talk about lung capacity though, Mr. Violante, unless you plan to go swimming and hold your breath."

Silvio grinned.

"I will remember that, the next time I go down on a rewarding dive. I will meet you across the street whenever you are done here."

With a wink, Silvio limped out of the room.

A Couple of hours later

It was a few hours later when Amaryllis finally was finished her shift at the hospital, after changing back into a dark green sun dress and her flats, letting her hair down that was now full of waves from being in a bun all day, she sighed softly. Feeling the pressure relief on her head, having listened to the man's comment from earlier, she headed across the street to grab a drink, knowing she could head to her apartment later if need be. She didn't live too far from the Hospital so it wasn't anything to worry about if she had to even walk home drunk, seeing as she had the next day off.

Once in the bar, she headed up towards the bar counter, smiling softly at the bartender that she knew from her after shifts. "Evening Darren, can I have a glass of the usual whiskey?" She smiled politely when the man behind the counter nodded and moved to get her drink. It wasn't horribly busy here tonight, and her emerald colored eyes glanced around as she tried to find the man who had been her patient earlier. She had said she'd come for a drink with him, and she was a woman who liked to keep her word.

Silvio had polished off a bottle of wine and was working on his second when he saw Amaryllis walk in.

"Buona sera, bella guaritrice. Posso offrirti da bere? Aspetta, parli italiano?"

He paused.

"Come come, join me in the corner."

Silvio stood and bowed to her with a grin.

"Tell me, why do you think you Americans like whiskey so much?"