Seth had helped to move Selene’s head to a higher position with the help of two pillows. She kept the woman steady on that posture as she worked on cutting a new change of bandages for her hand. Selene’s words stopped her from dressing the wounds. Bites… Perhaps vampires worked much like snakes that injected poison in their victim like the old wives tales of the Outside world. Not like her Children.
“Saliva…” she mused hypothetically, brows slowly creasing. “Bloody fluids shot right into your blood stream by this bite. Selene you are infected!” she declared with her two eyes open wide. “Your organism is fighting against the foreign toxin but… it can be a lost battle,” she mournfully concluded. “It’ll be only a matter of time until it reaches your heart and other extremities if that happen.” Alerted by this discovery, her attention went back to her medical utensils, removing a scalpel, a plastic recipient and a syringe with a needle from the white kit.
“Unless it gets extra help,” she proposed, hands grasping the surgery blade that glimmered by the specks of light coming from the open door. “I need samples of your bitten areas. The saliva has to be there and… I need of your blood in purest state. From your feet or legs, the bottom body wasn’t bitten, was it?”
She caught in her medical babble, knowing the world of pain Selene must be in if she was right. But she had been engrossed in her own mind to notice. Lilith had been the doctor, the kind woman who healed, while she was just the mad scientist in love with her theories.
“It’s... going to hurt…” she added in a quiet voice, a chunk of her spark was gone, consumed by her realization. The hand that was holding nothing grasped around Selene’s arm and squeezed very gently. “I can just dress the wounds if you’d like. But I recommend against that…”