Jesse was an early riser and it was not unusual to find him working on something or other in the infirmary at the crack of dawn. This morning was no different. He had medical texts sitting out on a counter, and was taking some notes down as he went through some blood samples.
Ethan's condition was beginning to accelerate, and the viral load in the blood samples had nearly reached its peak. They would need to get him moved soon. Tomorrow at the latest. The fever had him in and out of delirium, and it would spike any time now. This was always the hardest part of the change to make it through. The havoc the virus wracked on the human body could often be more than the host could withstand. And the possibility of genetic incompatibilities could prove fatal.
It was getting harder to judge correct medication dosages to help ease things, and Ethan would only become less coherent here on forward.
He was rechecking some calculations when his phone buzzed nearby.
He quickly tapped the screen and sent his reply.
He immediately began closing books and clearing the counter to make room for emergency supplies. He was always ready for an unexpected drop-in, but Ragenard's text message could mean more trouble than he could handle alone. And he didn't want to be wasting time trying to direct people to which drawers and cabinets to find things. Instead he had a system of arrangement that meant even the most medically inexperienced of the pack could step in and assist him if the situation called for it.
Ethan's condition was beginning to accelerate, and the viral load in the blood samples had nearly reached its peak. They would need to get him moved soon. Tomorrow at the latest. The fever had him in and out of delirium, and it would spike any time now. This was always the hardest part of the change to make it through. The havoc the virus wracked on the human body could often be more than the host could withstand. And the possibility of genetic incompatibilities could prove fatal.
It was getting harder to judge correct medication dosages to help ease things, and Ethan would only become less coherent here on forward.
He was rechecking some calculations when his phone buzzed nearby.
[Priority Group Chat Message] Ragenard: Wake the fuck up, Bloodstones. Find a buddy, and stay with them. I don't care whose house; the Rail-yard is open for any (so help me god, Liam you better not be alone at that gate). I want everyone accounted for within 15 minutes. I'm sharing a text from Xandre below. I'm taking Julienne and going there myself, everyone else stay cool and wait to hear more.
[Priority Group Chat Message][FWD][From: Xandre] Trouble at pup's place. She's gone, reeks of blood. Wolfing out, will track. Will inform when I know more.
He quickly tapped the screen and sent his reply.
[Priority Group Chat Message] Jesse:
Prepping the Infirmary.
He immediately began closing books and clearing the counter to make room for emergency supplies. He was always ready for an unexpected drop-in, but Ragenard's text message could mean more trouble than he could handle alone. And he didn't want to be wasting time trying to direct people to which drawers and cabinets to find things. Instead he had a system of arrangement that meant even the most medically inexperienced of the pack could step in and assist him if the situation called for it.
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