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5 years ago...
Baron descended the steps into the gloom of the cellar which was broken by only a single flickering light that swung loose on a chain. There were others already down here, tending to a kid resting on an old cot that had been setup in one of the two wrought-iron cages that sat at the back of the cellar.
The boy couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
"How's he doing?" Baron asked.
"It's not looking good," Julienne told him as she got him from where she had been sitting on the cot edge washing out a festering wound on the lad's arm.
He could smell the infection in the wound all the way from where he stood, but there was nothing a doctor could do for him now.
"It won't be long now," Carlisle said. "A few more days, if he makes it until then."
Baron entered the cage and took a seat on a wooden stool that sat next to the boy's cot.
"Hey Jason," Baron said. "How are you feeling."
"Like shit," the kid managed to chuckle out before wincing against the pain the action had caused. "Is it always this bad?"
The boy's skin was clammy with fever and he was shaking as the infection invaded every cell of his body, merging with and forever altering the lad's physiology.
"Are you kidding? This is nothing," Baron told him. "We'll get you through this."
He wet down a rag that was draped over the edge of a bucket of water and lay it over the kid's forehead to try and help bring the fever down.
"Promise?" Jason asked through cracked lips.
"I promise," Baron replied. "Have you remembered anything yet? About the wolf that bit you?"
The kid shook his head weakly.
"It's alright, get some rest," Baron told him. He clapped a hand lightly on the kid's shoulder before he got back up. "Call me when it's time," Baron told the others as he headed back up the cellar steps.
5 years ago...
Baron descended the steps into the gloom of the cellar which was broken by only a single flickering light that swung loose on a chain. There were others already down here, tending to a kid resting on an old cot that had been setup in one of the two wrought-iron cages that sat at the back of the cellar.
The boy couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
"How's he doing?" Baron asked.
"It's not looking good," Julienne told him as she got him from where she had been sitting on the cot edge washing out a festering wound on the lad's arm.
He could smell the infection in the wound all the way from where he stood, but there was nothing a doctor could do for him now.
"It won't be long now," Carlisle said. "A few more days, if he makes it until then."
Baron entered the cage and took a seat on a wooden stool that sat next to the boy's cot.
"Hey Jason," Baron said. "How are you feeling."
"Like shit," the kid managed to chuckle out before wincing against the pain the action had caused. "Is it always this bad?"
The boy's skin was clammy with fever and he was shaking as the infection invaded every cell of his body, merging with and forever altering the lad's physiology.
"Are you kidding? This is nothing," Baron told him. "We'll get you through this."
He wet down a rag that was draped over the edge of a bucket of water and lay it over the kid's forehead to try and help bring the fever down.
"Promise?" Jason asked through cracked lips.
"I promise," Baron replied. "Have you remembered anything yet? About the wolf that bit you?"
The kid shook his head weakly.
"It's alright, get some rest," Baron told him. He clapped a hand lightly on the kid's shoulder before he got back up. "Call me when it's time," Baron told the others as he headed back up the cellar steps.
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