Jonathan MacDonald didn't know what this was going to take, what this meant for them all. He frowned slightly. Scratches, suddenly forming infections. "I was about to do the cursory spells to see if I could figure out what was happening, but..." He trailed off, eyes focusing on the patients.
"It didn't give me much information. Heightened temperature, signs of too much pus. I don't know what it could be. I've had a few texts brought over. I'm going to see if they have any ideas. Until then, do we have any potions we can give them to slow the spread?"