Family Above All

30. A Very Bad Feeling

Pairing: George/Nessie Singerman (M/f) bath brush, mouth soaping

(Characters created by Jazmine F. from ff.net. Thank you!)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Mikaelson Mansion

Afternoon

Wes examined Damon carefully. It had been a while since he used his black doctor bag, but it all came back to him. He put the thermometer away and looked at his patient in concern.

"Damon, I need to check your throat," Wes said evenly. He didn't know how he felt about all this. For days, he had thought Klaus would kill him slowly. Then, he was a blood donor. Now, he didn't know what he was.

Klaus hovered and then went over as Elijah came in.

Wes lightly felt Damon's throat and frowned. That was odd...

"Go away," Damon croaked, pushing the blond doctor's hands away from his throat. Wes obeyed, he didn't want the vampire, or wolf, or whatever he was to get more upset and raise his blood pressure.

"It's interesting. His lymph nodes are swollen," Wes reported, turning to Klaus and Elijah. "I've never seen that in a vampire. Ever."

"You should know, torturer," Damon hissed, writhing in his bed.

Klaus vamped over and tried to get Damon to take some water. He was throwing up any blood they gave him. Damon waved him off.

Klaus leaned over and wiped his forehead.

"There, there, Son. No one will ever harm you again," Klaus cooed. He was even more concerned now as Damon came in and out of reality.

Elijah stood tersely a few feet away, watching his brother comfort his son, asking, "Do you think it was spoiled blood? He said he drank some out of the cooler..."
Wes shook his head. "No, that can make a vampire vomit, but not give them these symptoms. I think the cause is...magical. There are few pathogens that can affect a vampire. The blood heals all of them."

Wes shifted uncomfortably. He only knew that from injecting vampires with a motley cocktail of horrors.

Elijah slammed down his hand on the dresser.

"Dammit, more mischief from the Travelers?" Elijah cursed.

Wes held up his hands. "Sorry, that's not my area of expertise. I don't quite understand how the magic would work here. You will have to call a witch. Now, please call me if his condition worsens, but in truth, I do not have any treatments."

"A blood transfusion?" Elijah prompted. It was hard to see his brother so worried. Elijah's eyes fell on his nephew. The boy looked pale and young, vulnerable.

"I don't think that would work," Wes reported. "If it is some kind of hex or curse, it won't help at all."

"Very well. Thank you for trying. I know you are anxious to see to Aaron," Elijah said, thinking about his own children. Sage and Finn had been looking after them, even taking the whole group to the pet store and the vet.

"Yes, he wanted me to go with him to get some paint for his new room. He doesn't care for the shade of pink the former maid chose," Wes explained. "Also, I can pick up dinner while we are out. I don't think anyone will have time to prepare a meal."

"That is very thoughtful of you," Elijah expressed. He fished a wad of bills from his jacket, apologizing for how crumpled they were. "I am sorry, I am rather out of sorts right now."

In truth, between the throbbing in his rear end and the illness with his nephew compounded by the smell of those dogs, he was fragmented. They had gathered up the other dogs they could find and had taken them to a no-kill shelter with a hefty donation. They also had looked for more cave vampires, but turned up no one.