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“A delayed reaction from the rods. We don't know how but his body healed the wounds as normal but then started rejecting the assistance. Instead lashing out and reopening the wounds as well as spearing the toxin from the silver. Our only chance now is to do a blood transfusion, his lungs have already shut down and the only thing circulated oxygen to his brain in the mask and tube. I've got this Lye, get them set up before-” Wolff’s words faltered as a spasm altered him to something wrong, it was a second before the other began to gag. 

“Wolff!” Lye’s shout drew him away from his work and as Keiran was lowered he saw the problem. A black goo was traveling up the tube and with quick movements, he leaned over the other and carefully removed the tube. The moment it was out the other began to choke, the goo seeming to to cling to his airway. He rotated the other until he was on his side and then jabbed at his lungs, his entire being stilling at what he found.

“Get them ready now Lye. We don't have time, this is a step closer to him dying. Soon both will begin to feel the last trauma or experience that happened before the Change began.” His words were barked, his attention on the thick substance that filled the others lungs. Using Lye’s mist he rotated Keiran until he was under the bucket he'd used earlier, slipping on a pair of gloves the Healer slipped his fingers into the others mouth and hit his gag reflex. He didn't so much as stir, the goo instead slipping from his parted lips as Keiran slipped once more into unconsciousness. When he checked again and found most of it gone, he flushed the tube before slipping it down the others throat. Pressing his palm to the bare chest he found the others heart barely beating, he removed it a moment later and turned to find Lye guiding both Lye and Clara over. 

“But why is his body rejecting the healing process?” The blonde asked as he sat on the bed, his entire body stiff and rigid. Lye didn't answer but the set of her lips was answer enough, neither of them knew and it was scaring them. He didn't feel the needle or the hands that laid him down, his vision was fading around the edges and he didn't want to see it. 

Not his past. Not what he remembered just before ‘dying’. [/center]

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