[center]“I just felt a shiver run down my spine is all, maybe I'm not ready enough to be moving around?” It was more a question then a statement, he didn't know what had happened. Wolff moved to stand beside him and after a moment he turned and headed back into the house. Keiran glanced at Isabela and Esther for a moment before follow  after the healer, it was better to agree then fight him. Another shiver raced down his spine but he ignored it as he reached the other male, the crystal around his neck beginning to glow faintly. 

“Shirt off.” Wolff barks as they enter the medical room, Keiran slows to do just that as he nears a bed. A cool hand is placed on his bare shoulder and the vampire always the other to manhandle him, he suddenly feels nauseous. Cool fingers probe his back and silence surrounds them for a moment before a click of a tongue fills the air. “Their open and freely bleeding again. There are...marks surrounding the wounds...shit.” Keiran is about to ask what's wrong when his stomach lurches and he's bunching over his knees. He hears something scraping the ground before his attention is solely focused emptying his stomach, his whole body [i]burning[/i] as he does so. 

“...king and what about those marks…” Are what fills his ears when he can finally breath. He doesn't move and keeps his eyes closed as another set of cool hands settle on his back. It feels strangely warm and the vampire can't find it in himself to care, he feels weak and heavy. 

“They went there when I checked before breakfast, they look almost like veins.” Wolff’s voice is rougher still, a sign of his worry. The long fingers that gently probe his back has a shiver wracking his body. 

“They are. The poles were silver and I'm assuming he's been poisoned from it. These marks follow his veins and only seem to be spreading. The only option I see is doing a transfusion or seeing how he does…” Keiran doesn't hear much after that, his mind going blissfully blank as heat fills his entire body. 

Ryanair grins and allows Clara to think she won. “Not quite, wanna try again?” He says just as his left leg kicks out and slams into the trunk of the tree he'd been hiding behind. It rumbles and the blonde reaches for a mound of snow and slams it into the female's face before slipping out from under her just as the mound of snow from the tree lands on her. 

He moves away and behind a tree, his hand working on another batch of snow. He pauses for a moment to check on the bond and feels nothing except nothingness. The blonde focuses on the task at hand, his victory over his older sibling. [/center]

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