Vigi looked away from Loker's grief stricken features, feeling his stomach clench with great unease. More than Bjorn had died yesterday. The tenuous peace of the fort would also be coming to an abrupt end. [b]"I am sorry."[/b] he spoke after a brief moment meeting the mans gaze once again. [b]"If you need me, for anything, you can call upon me."[/b] He said giving Loker a long but tired look. He would give what services he could for the people of the fort, but for now he greatly needed rest.

Vigi lingered for but a moment before turning to begin the trudge to the healing house. It wasn't the best place for him to seek rest, what with sick and injured wanting him to attend to them. But he had no where else to go.

Einnar had offered the great hall for shelter and protection but Vigi was hesitant to take it. After his vision, being surrounded by warriors was not a comforting thought to him.

He rubbed at his eyes wearily, dark rings a bold contrast against his pale skin. He knew he looked a mess, but he could not bring himself to care at the moment. All he wished for was to lay by a fire and sleep. With any luck it would be peaceful, but he somehow doubted it would.

The walk through the bright snow to the healing house felt short. His shoulders released their tension when it came into his sights. He glanced at the group by the door as he approached but didn't pay them too much attention. 

[b]“Healer! Someone help me!”[/b] The tension returned to Vigi's shoulders in an instance and he gritted his teeth.

So much for a proper rest.

[b]"Shit."[/b] he growled gathering what energy he had left and striding quickly into the healing house. 

Vigi's irritation at his foul luck disappeared when he laid eyes on the frantic woman and the man she hovered by. His eyes grew wide and adrenaline spiked through him at the sight of the bloody foam coming from the mans mouth. 

He quickly rushed over and pushed the woman to the side, ignoring her incoherent wailing. He touched his hands to the mans shockingly cold skin that looked flush with a fever. 

He swore under his breath and tore off the pelt covering the man to see him fully. He saw but one area of him bandaged and he pulled the gauze back to inspect the wound. 

Pus and black blood poured sluggishly from the wound that looked like a bite mark.

Vigi's breathed rushed out of him at the sight of the black blood. It looked like Draugr blood. 

His heart began to beat faster and he jerked his head up to look at the other injured. The healing house was suddenly a hive of activity as women that volunteered to aid the wounded rushed about. The activity was focused a few areas and he rushed over to the groups, his stomach sinking as his mind raced.

He easily looked over the tops of the women's heads at the wounded they tended to. He saw the same symptoms in all the men. Foam pouring from their mouths, bodies convulsing, cold skin that was flushed from a fever. 

And when he barked commands to see their flesh wounds, the white gauze revealed black blood. All from a bite wound.

[b]"Fuck!"[/b] He shouted turning away from the last man he inspected and running his dirty hands through his hair. 

His mind raced through everything he knew of medicine. Everything he knew of seidr. He had to work fast, there had to be a way to stop this new illness.

[b]"Tofi? Tofi! Tofi no!"[/b] Vigi snapped his eyes over at the mournful wail seeing the man laying still on the bed. 

He moved over quickly, able to see from where he stood the man was dead. Still he crouched down and pressed his ear to his chest to be sure. He heard no heart beat and felt no breathing.

Sighing he stood up, putting a comforting hand on the crying widows shoulder. He started to turn to focus on those still alive when he saw Tofi's hand twitch.

[b]"What?"[/b] he snapped, eyes widening as his hand snapped to the hilt of his saex. Fear gripped him like the icy winds outside as he watched the dead man move.

For a moment he was completely frozen. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think as shock rooted him to his spot. He didn't want to believe what he was witnessing, but he knew it to be true.

The woman looked to her husband and relief washed over her features seeing him move. She didn't see that his skin was still grey, that his lips were still blue and his eyes were dead. There was no flicker of him recognizing his wife.

All there was was burning hunger.

Vigi snapped out of his shock and lunged forward. He grabbed the Draugr by the neck as it moved to sit up, slamming into it with all his weight onto the bed. He yanked out his small blade as he pinned it down and didn't hesitate to stab the newly born demon in the eye.

The body convulsed and then went slack in, hopefully, true death as the blade went straight into its brain. He felt a small amount of blood splatter his cheek as he twisted then yanked out the blade. 

The woman shrieked horror. [b]"You bastard! You ergi bastard! You killed him! He was fine! He was alive and you killed him!"[/b]

Vigi ignored the woman and stood up on the bed, yelling over her to those present,[b]"Everyone get out NOW! Leave those bitten by the Draugr for they are becoming one! Help those that can't walk, but leave this long house now! Someone get the housekarl! Move! Move!"[/b] The panicked look on his face and the urgency in his voice left little room for argument and the healing house exploded into activity.