"Aargh."
Ron's hands were shaking as he drove the injector into Fraser's heart, pushing the alchemical fluid into it.
The stuff took effect fast. Fraser, who'd been on the brink, suddenly got his breathing and heartbeat back, the heart hammering even stronger now. The amputation was already done, the medic was staunching the blood and working on the wound, but with just a glance Ron could see Fraser's blood had turned into a strange dark red.
"I've never wanted to be a vampire as badly as I do right now!"
He swore.
The medic shot back at once:
"Wouldn't help even if you were a vampire, Captain. I said already this isn't a simple infection. A vampire's midnight blessing might not be enough to hold off this filth toxin from the Warp. Talk more to the Brigadier General. If his symptoms keep getting worse, then… look, you see, no matter how good my skill is, there's no way to amputate anything below his eyebrows, you get me?"
"Shut up. Can't you say something good for once?"
