Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

You're a sight for sore eyes yourself Mordoc. It's been one hell of a night. Especially this case, to be honest I've never seen anything like it. To put it in layman's terms, with those vitals he should be comatose. She shifted uncomfortably, something about the patient wasn't right at all. The symptoms and the statistics just didn't add up. Even more unnerving, the male was watching them with a glaring intensity, the guttural noises grew only louder as he strained at his bonds. The cot creaked, and Renee winced. It's going to be difficult to transport him, he's damn dangerous and we just don't have the facilities to accommodate a patient like this. She flipped through the charts again, but there was nothing her expert eyes missed the first time. We may be able to keep him for the night, at least until the morning, I'm hoping to have the tox screen in by then. We've got to get him to Rhodes they've got a psych ward locked down like a fallout shelter, if you can spare an officer in the morning I think it would be best to have someone accompany the bus if he doesn't start to come down. At that moment, she wanted nothing more then to be out of that room, away from the milky gaze in the mutilated face. She spent years in medical school and had even spent a few years at Rhodes when she began her residency. There had been grotesque situations nothing left of the patients but life support meat bags, drugs gone wrong, and multi-car accidents with a body count and no room in triage just to start. She'd tested the machines, re-run his stats and hell had almost lost a nurse to his gnashing maw, nothing added up. It made her fur stand on end, something about this case was very, very wrong. I'll just be happy when this is not my problem anymore. She muttered under her breath. I can only imagine what it was like out there tonight when this whole thing went down. That kids in rough shape and really... she sighed I'm be happy when this one's gone. Like you said, Mordoc he should be off the walls, or dead by now. My staff is scared out of their wits, he bit a intern earlier, and at this rate he'll break out of that bed. I had suspected he would have started to come down from whatever he's on by now, not get worse. Especially with everything I've put in his system tonight. She looked around, almost nervously, making sure they were out of earshot of the nurse's station. The combo would have killed most anyone else. The rest of the night had been fairly uneventful as the stream of incoming patients had trickled out, and the noise of someone quickly approaching caught everyone's attention. Doc, I got that tox screen back. I didn't want to wait until the morning since I knew you were waiting. Janet sounded a bit flustered. I didn't want to go reading through it but seems like something had even the lab guys spooked today. She eyed the officers, handed Renee the folder and took a step back. She lingered around just within earshot, in an attempt but failure to look busy. Well boys, let's take a look here then. Renee opened the folder and scanned through the number of pages that were clipped together inside. She took a deep breath. He's had a BAC of .14, the guy was drunk but he's coming up clean on everything else. She closed the folder and tucked it under her arm. That...wasn't quite what I was anticipating. I'd rather get him to Rhodes psych ward sooner rather then later.