Army of the Damned

VOLUME 6 Chapter 9

As powerful winds that sang the eerie voice of the untamed blizzard of the continent. A Doctor sits down next to the gurney where a pale and anemic Paul lay. Sleeping soundly as blood is given to him through a drip on a stand. He was in such peace that Alana thought he was prepped for the coffin as the screaming banshee of a storm made itself known through the windows.

The tent didn't even have a proper foundation, as the brown soil can be seen through the crevices of a hastily put down rubber matting. The Countess' heels seemed to puncture it if she tried hard enough. Much was left to be given with the medical tent and its status. "Please, take a stool and sit down next to him."

Doing as ordered, she took a steel stool and placed it to the right of his gurney while on the left, the man took a clipboard and clicked his pen. Professionally sitting down as he prepared to write down any interesting points. "What now Doctor?"

He swallows and takes a quick breath. "I'd like you to go and drink his blood."

"E-excuse me, Doctor? In his state?"

"You heard me right. As far as we know, this method we're doing right now is extremely long and hard. Hence, we would like to test if a Vampire with their innate ability to regenerate could take in hints of the Cursed Blood." Taking his glasses from his pocket, he looked to the beautiful teenage girl in front of him, her hands clenched on top of her thighs.

"Of course, we won't force you. If you do not want to. But right now, the Devouring is still eating up a lot of his red blood cells where most of our Mana are."He then used his pen to lightly bash the IV stand next to him. "It'll take up to a hundred and eighty days for him to be fully back, after of course, a lot of hard times."

Alana's hand laid on top of his palm as the man groaned. "This man is Level Two Hundred. If this Ancient Spell would've hit me, I would've died multiple times in quick succession. That tells me enough that his Buffs are stacking on top of each other in slowing down the effects of the Devouring that struck this man." He then donned his glasses as he placed his hand on top of the clipboard.

"Good thing this spell scales with the user. General Jackson at most is a Mid Level Sorcerer, not an all knowing and all power God. He'll live but it will take long for him to make a full recovery." He then placed two fingers on top of his veins as he began writing things down. "We will need the absolute perfection of your species, Lady Minuit to maybe accelerate his recovery."

"Just how powerful is M'Lord?" The Doctor grinned as he leaned forth towards her. "He's very powerful. Actually, by this world's standards he should be pretty high up in the ladder. I am also powerful, before I joined the Men of the Woods as a Doctor. I was touted as one of Geraldia's top healers."He then swayed his coat outward. Flailing it with a proud grin.

"I was even invited to Universities in Gareth's capital, but I know I cannot waste time, maybe others wish to stay, but I wish to go home. To my parents, wife, and grandparents. It was under Sir Hassan's favour that I went here to help his friend."

Hearing the Doctor talk about wanting to go home, Alana is stricken with a bit of sadness knowing their adventures would also have an end. "I'll do it. What must be done?" With this, the man smiled as he put on his stethoscope. "Let us do what many others cannot."

As he laid his hand on the man's pale soft arms. He immediately marked an area with two punctures on the surface. "Here." She quickly moved to the other side and knelt down. Baring her sharp fangs, she began to suck his blood. The man's eyes on the cardiac monitor as he took a piece of oddly thin paper and wrote down a magic circle on it. "Keep at it."

He then laid the paper on top of the wounded man's chest and burned it and Alana began to move. "G-Grk!" she then let go of his arm as she spat out the blood. "Good! Good! How was it?!" as she held her throat and cleaned her fang with her tongue, she looked at the doctor with bathed breath. "What... what was that?"