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Chapter Six | Plague

[This hasn't been proof read so excuse the mistakes, I'll edit this weekend.]

Micah had spent the morning checking his patient. She seemed to be stronger than the frail state that Rafael had brought her in. The steady heartbeat was a sign of her strength. She was recovering at a remarkable rate, which left Micah suspicious. The dark bruising had changed yellow overnight. No human could heal so fast. Something was no right. Rafael was correct to bring her to their attention.

Micah was going carefully through her records a second time to see if he could find anything suspicious. There was something that didn't quite make sense about her. He found himself checking her heartbeat records. As a doctor, he knew that the heartbeat would be the best indicator as to what the hell was going on.

The heartbeat was a sign of life that told a story.

Micah loved to read those stories. He carefully traced the red line until he found it. His instincts never lead him astray and right now he knew exactly what needed to do next. It seemed that after a certain period, she would have some sort of fright. Her heartbeat increased tenfolds. Rafael had failed to mention this to him, but he wasn't surprised as his brother was usually negligent towards anything that didn't include spilt blood.

Micah started calculating when the next episode would occur so he could see what the hell was going on with her body. He had thousands of patients and knew better than to ignore something like this. The last time he did, the Black Plague had conquered the world. Disease was a nasty thing, that was easy to spread and hard to stop in it's wake. He had battled many and not always won them.

A loud thud distracted Micah from his thoughts of disease. He quickly located where the body had dropped. There was certain sounds that Micah knew as well as a heartbeat and the sound of a fallen person was one of them. He sighed at the sight of Rafael, when he pinpointed the source at the front door.

He never listened.

He wasn't careful.

Nothing new.

Micah threw Rafael over his shoulder and lugged him back to his private surgery. He would need to probably drain his body of some sort of poison. If he had physical wounds they would probably need to be patched up, if he was human, but Micah knew once that the drug was removed from his system, Rafael's physical wounds would be healed soon afterwards.

Micah also knew that most of the blood belonged to Rafael's victims so he wasn't worried. He had been through this procedure many times and this wasn't the worst way that Rafael had returned after visiting a head to the Mafia house. They always tried to kill him. A rather foolish plight, but that's never stopped them.

Micah drained the poison, which was unsurprisingly some cyanid, before cleaning Rafael's open wounds. By cleaning, Micah meant pouring some Russian vodka directly upon Rafael's wounds. As a werewolf, they didn't really need to clean their wounds but Micah thought that a little alcohol was always a good enough punishment for Rafael's stupidity. It was also a very effective wake up call.

He waited for Rafael to jump up and start spewing insults, as per usual, except he did not. Rafael remained unmoving in the surgical table, he heartbeat strong as usual. He was alive but unconscious.

Micah sighed.

What fuck up had Rafael got himself into this time?

Micah moved Rafael to his bedroom. He had another patient to see too so he wasn't worried too about Rafael. The man would get up when he was ready, so he didn't see the point j. Waiting at his bedside. There were many other things he needed to see too.