Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

The trash can was full, and Renee dropped the Styrofoam cup she had been holding into the basket behind the nurses station. No more coffee, at this rate she'd be stuck working doubles and may actually be awake for it. The coffee down in the cafeteria was little more then bottom of the pot been brewing for the last 12 hours sludge. It looked and tasted like mud but packed one hell of a punch. She grimaced, and leaned her elbows on the edge of the nurses station. So, now that I've got more then twenty seconds, give me a quick rundown on something with a bit of normalcy. Janet, a feline with a pinched face laughed. That eclipse sure is something. Danny the Drunk was in here again. A bus picked him up from the bar on Lawrence Ave earlier, he broke a pool cue over the bouncer, so Jim busted up his nose. Nothing serious, so we sent him over to lockup. Looks like they're just trying to avoid another lawsuit. Had a few college kids, and some Wed MD subscribers. a fender bender and some overflow from Rhodes MC. But nothing like what flew in here before. Did you take a look at that guy's charts? Well, that's why I'm here sucking down this slime. I've got to go meet with the cops. I don't even know what we're going to do with this guy. She spun on her heels, and headed back to the temporary rooms. The cat, Keith Johnson had already been admitted to the ICU. She had gotten the bleeding stopped, and they'd patched him up, but she suggested that he stay overnight for observation. He'd lost a lot of blood, and if he split the stitches or spiked a fever at least they'd know about it right away. Bite wounds were easily infected, between the condition of the wound and the unknown state of the assailant that was a pretty high possibility. But this John Doe, he was something else. They'd stuck him with tranquilizers, muscle relaxers, whatever they cold get their hands on and he wouldn't slow. Eventually, they ran out of time, strapped his head down and jaws open and sewed his mouth up while he was awake. Fuckin' Christ, and he just kept thrashing around not a word of English or anything else. She'd never seen anything like it. She paused by the bed where he was trussed up tighter then a Christmas tree on a car roof. As she approached the bed, those milky eyes followed her. Though he seemed to have calmed down a bit, his jerking movements and silence truly unnerved her. It was just...unnatural. Pages of the chart gave her no insight into this patient. He was homeless, without and ID, and the tox screen results still were not back. Even his general vitals had been nearly impossible to obtain. There was noise behind her, and she turned to see two uniformed men enter, a squat little dog of a man and the sergeant. Here and there she'd run into him, either between transporting a perp or throwing a few stitches from a downtown scuffle. Her eyes met the wolf's and she managed to crack a half smile. Good to see you again Officer Mordoc, sorry the circumstances couldn't be better. I'm not sure if you had gotten any ID on this guy yet. I'm still waiting on the tox screen and I sent blood samples over to Pathology. Strangest case I've seen, well, ever. She paused, now that didn't come out quite as professional as she had intended. His vitals are impossibly low, and he didn't respond to any of the medications we administered. To save you the gory details, I stitched this guy up awake. Barely winced. I suspect that he swallowed that missing portion of his tongue. The staff is afraid to keep him here and to be honest, I don't have a mental ward equipped for this kind of thing. He'd have to be transported to Rhodes. It's not a good idea to put him in lockup, he'll split those stitches before he sobers up I suspect. So what's the word on the street with these new drugs, have you seen anything like this, or similar?