Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

Well, that's fabulous. The sarcasm was not hidden in her tone, the last thing she or the hospital needed was to try to keep their John Doe under lock and key for the next few days. We aren't really equipped for this type of thing, but I'll give the staff the heads up. Fortunately it seems to be slowing down enough here, sounds like Rhodes is gonna have a hell of a night. With any luck, whatever they've got going on there will keep our intake low for the next day or so. Her eyes closed as she took the last pull of her cigarette, the glow bright for a moment before she opened her eyes, exhaled and crushed the butt beneath the toe of her shoe. Even the the moonlight, she it was apparent she hadn't changed much over the years. For that matter, she had little time outside of work though years ago she had taken up jogging. Not only did it do her good to stay in shape it cultivated more of an appreciation for life outside the sterile walls of the lab or hospital rooms. It was pretty common knowledge that her mother had been a well-to-do cocker spaniel and whoever had fathered her disappeared well before she or anyone else could remember. There were no picture, no discussions, and after over thirty years her family had pretended that he had never existed. In her defense, she took more after her mother as far as her general appearance however they were as different as night and day. She had at one time been talk of the town but as she aged her mother Miz Clarke had become a shut in. Nowadays she rarely spoke with anyone, no less her daughter. Renee had been more open, more simple and even throughout her medical career she was on a first name basis with most of her colleagues as well as higher management. There were rarely complaints or questions for that matter, and whether it was personal or an attempt to separate herself from her childhood she did not make it an issue. Though they clouded with worry-tinged thoughts, her brown eyes were soft and wide against the rust and cream of her fur. Her muzzle was mostly white but scattered with 'freckles' of an orange rust that combined towards her eyes but left a triangular cream stripe up her forehead to hear hairline. Her ears were long but well trimmed, and could easily blend in or be tied up accidently with her brown hair. It was rare she wore it down but when not properly attended, the normally tamed waves would become loose curls that hung just above her shoulders. Today, shorter tendrils escaped and floated aimlessly around her jawline. Average stature, she stood approximately 5 foot 6 though compared to her present company it didn't seem particularly impressive. Her gaze caught Van's and for just a second the stress of the night seemed to dissipate...until her cell phone went off. Instinctively she pulled the device from her pocket and clicked the accept button before checking the time. What? Well...no. I was just on my way out...I'll be right there. She clicked the phone off and returned it to her pocket. No rest for the weary my friend, your vic from the 7-11 just coded. We're light staffed tonight... She took wide strides toward the building as she spoke. Gotta get back in there. Maybe we'll catch up on better circumstances one of these days. Preoccupied with the turn her night had taken, she pushed back through the doors and donned her spare coat on the way to the ICU. Janet was still on duty, and she followed Renee as she washed up quickly and headed into the room. There was little to no precursor here, it's possible that maybe it was a delayed shock due to his injuries or possibly an issue from a blood toxicity. With whatever was wrong with his attacker, he could have picked up something nasty. His temperature had been pretty normal however he started seizing and flat-lined suddenly. He has been completely unresponsive, we've done what we could in the meantime at least we have a decent staff on tonight, but... she paused as they entered the room. The results of the seizure were apparent, their patient had split many of his stitches and even with the drips in place had lost quite a bit of blood where his wounds reopened. It soaked the white sheets and had dripped onto the floor where it had been spread into light streaks by the hospital staff that filled the room. The heart monitor still screeched it's unnerving noise as the line continued unbroken, scrolling across the screen. Time crept to a standstill, her shift relief had the paddles on the exposed chest and was mouthing something above the commotion but as the patients lifeless body jerked and spittle escaped his lips it was obvious there was no change. She stepped into the frenzy, assisting the doctor who had come in only to start his night with this. They worked in a practiced tandem to no avail. Whether the time had passed in a crawl or a flash, Renee could not be sure. Keith Johnson was pronounced dead at a little after 3am, and Renee left it up to the night crew to inform the patient's family, normally she was well suited to speaking with the recently bereaved but she'd exhausted whatever was left of her sympathy for the night. She called the transport to move the body to the morgue, punched out again and headed home for a shower and a shot. Three AM or not, it didn't matter if the bars were closed she just wanted to clean up, mentally punch out and crawl under her covers until it was tomorrow.