"No," William said shortly, and then added in haste, "I'm sure they haven't. Communicable diseases don't tend to cross species boundaries, and anyway you haven't been exposed that much." He stopped and bit his tongue before he could continue babbling, pulling Travis' lanky limbs out of his way so that he could inspect the damage.
"Jessa," he called, forgetting formality in his worry. She'd been with him at school, albeit four years behind him, so he didn't know her well but he knew her well enough. She was also the only one in the library who'd been carrying Dreamvine after Mikey's owl had prompted him to check for it.
She passed over the thin, twisted piece she had, and William had it slashed and opened before he realised he had no idea where to put it. There was blood everywhere. The bite on Travis' hand looked bad but probably wasn't, in comparison to the horrific-looking one on his arm, where there were actually chunks of flesh missing and others hanging on by crimson flaps of skin. The bites on his legs were somewhere in between the two, and as William moved Travis' arm out of the way, he saw more bloodspots staining the torn cloth over his stomach and side.
It was almost completely overwhelming. "Trav, I can't do this," William said, his voice high with panic. "This is bad. We need to get you to the hospital wing."