[center]Neither seemed to hear Christian, Lye focused as she was on checking to make sure the Mage hadn't made a move. The thing with transfusions was that for vampires it was harder to find a match then for humans. Even with sire’s and fledglings it was still hard, with an exhale with Mage rose and clicked her tongue. Vox appeared at her side and with a quick glance at a now unconscious Kerian, her mind made. 

“Find both Ryanair and Clara, bring them here.” her familiar nudged her hand before vanishing in a cloud of mist. Wolff moved then, his hands gently moving Keiran until was on his stomach. The black contrast of his veins had the healer turning to grab the needed instruments for the transfusion. When he returned he noticed how pale the other looked, how labored his breathing seemed. 

“It's moving too quickly but why-” His words faded as Lye moved around him and tipped Keiran’s head back. He remained silent as he pulled a breathing tube over and slipped it carefully down the others windpipe, the healer's body was tense as he worked. Once it was secured he reached for a breathing mask and hooked it to a machine that was rarely used. Lye snapped her fingers and a gust of air filled the room and moved under the blanket, it slowly rose and with it Wolff understood. “I'm going to stitch these closed, watch him.” And with that he pulled the blanket away and reached for the others back. A cloth in his other hand was pressed to one bleeding wound while the other held a needle, he slowly began to stitch while I ping away blood. 

Ryanair ducked and moved away while throwing his own snowballs. He felt light and happy and for a moment he dared think it was a dream. He came to a halt when a gust of wind blew around them both. Vox was standing in between them, his body tense and ears flat to his skull. Dread filled the male and his pile of snowballs fell from his arms. 

A sharp pain filling his chest has his knees nearly buckling. 

Something was wrong. Pain he hadn't felt began to spread across his body, his chest constricting almost violently. “What's happened to-” His words left him as Vox warped the snow around them and both appeared in the medical room. The scene that met his eyes had a whimper escaping his throat. Keiran was still and a tube and mask abducted his face, Lye and Wolff working around the other. He couldn't find the words he wanted to shout, the mattress was covered in blood and it was then that something clicked. 

His injuries weren't healing and the mask and tube meant that he wasn't breathing on his own. 

[i]What's going on?![/i] He screamed in his head as Wolff continued to stitch the wounds closed.[/center]

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