Moving on...
Jun. 19th, 2005 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1Hellsing does not belong to me. I worship the artist whose name escapes me at the moment. Sildar? Yeah, you ROCK!! No, he doesn't own Hellsing either. Nice try. It's Hirano.
Dr. Trevellian completed his examination of Walter. Handing the nearby maid a packet, he instructed her on its use and left the room. Alucard was hovering outside the door, as well as the housekeeper. Dr. Trevellian frowned up at him.
"It does not look good, Lord Alucard."
"What do you recommend?"
"They are both compromised; Walter because of his age and Sir Hellsing because of her high stress levels and overworking. They will need round the clock supervision for the next week. This is very serious. Are there any medical professionals on staff?" The housekeeper shook her head.
"All the medical staff are housed in the barracks. They have their hands full patching up the soldiers every night."
"What about the house staff?"
"We all leave by 8 o'clock in the evening, Doctor." The housekeeper wrung her hands. "Sir Hellsing's orders. She doesn't want us involved in what happens here." Dr. Trevellian nodded.
"If you do not mind, Lord Alucard, I would like to call an associate of mine. She keeps night hours and is a very skilled apothecary. Her remedies have helped me tremendously over the years."
"I will have to ask Sir Hellsing." Alucard said grumpily. Dr. Trevellian nodded.
"Of course. I will be in the study, writing prescriptions." Alucard faded through the ceiling. The housekeeper glared after him.
"So annoying when he does that."
* * *
Alucard passed up through the floor of Integral's bedroom. His Master had finally changed into pyjamas and was sitting upright in bed, arms folded and looking very cross. The vampire grinned cheerfully and made himself comfortable next to her.
"Well?" Integral asked huskily.
"The doctor says you need round the clock supervision. He wants to bring in an apothecary he knows for the night shifts."
"Why?"
"There is no one else. I am not playing nurse to you and Walter when I am needed in the field."
"Who says you will be going anywhere?" Integral grumped, trying to glare. All she managed was a feverish gaze. Alucard leaned over her.
"The dog will not slip his leash simply because you have a virus. I will follow Ferguson's orders, because I know they will be coming from you." Integral cocked her head.
"You are being agreeable." She made it sound horrible. Not to mention very suspicious. "Why? What is in it for you?" Alucard laid the back of his hand against her forehead. The sigil burned as much as her overheated skin.
"By this and your blood I am bound to you. I have promised you protection. Even from yourself, Masta'. You agree to let the apothecary come?"
"If I must."
"You must. For Walter's sake."
"Very well. She will have to sign the non-disclosure agreements, as well as hand any and all documentation over to Dr. Trevellian."
"There is my good girl." Alucard removed his hand and grinned. Integral threw a pillow at him, only to have him dissolve before it made contact. She humphed to herself and grabbed the washcloth soaking in cool water on the nightstand. She slapped it on her forehead angrily.
"Arrogant vampire."
Dr. Trevellian completed his examination of Walter. Handing the nearby maid a packet, he instructed her on its use and left the room. Alucard was hovering outside the door, as well as the housekeeper. Dr. Trevellian frowned up at him.
"It does not look good, Lord Alucard."
"What do you recommend?"
"They are both compromised; Walter because of his age and Sir Hellsing because of her high stress levels and overworking. They will need round the clock supervision for the next week. This is very serious. Are there any medical professionals on staff?" The housekeeper shook her head.
"All the medical staff are housed in the barracks. They have their hands full patching up the soldiers every night."
"What about the house staff?"
"We all leave by 8 o'clock in the evening, Doctor." The housekeeper wrung her hands. "Sir Hellsing's orders. She doesn't want us involved in what happens here." Dr. Trevellian nodded.
"If you do not mind, Lord Alucard, I would like to call an associate of mine. She keeps night hours and is a very skilled apothecary. Her remedies have helped me tremendously over the years."
"I will have to ask Sir Hellsing." Alucard said grumpily. Dr. Trevellian nodded.
"Of course. I will be in the study, writing prescriptions." Alucard faded through the ceiling. The housekeeper glared after him.
"So annoying when he does that."
* * *
Alucard passed up through the floor of Integral's bedroom. His Master had finally changed into pyjamas and was sitting upright in bed, arms folded and looking very cross. The vampire grinned cheerfully and made himself comfortable next to her.
"Well?" Integral asked huskily.
"The doctor says you need round the clock supervision. He wants to bring in an apothecary he knows for the night shifts."
"Why?"
"There is no one else. I am not playing nurse to you and Walter when I am needed in the field."
"Who says you will be going anywhere?" Integral grumped, trying to glare. All she managed was a feverish gaze. Alucard leaned over her.
"The dog will not slip his leash simply because you have a virus. I will follow Ferguson's orders, because I know they will be coming from you." Integral cocked her head.
"You are being agreeable." She made it sound horrible. Not to mention very suspicious. "Why? What is in it for you?" Alucard laid the back of his hand against her forehead. The sigil burned as much as her overheated skin.
"By this and your blood I am bound to you. I have promised you protection. Even from yourself, Masta'. You agree to let the apothecary come?"
"If I must."
"You must. For Walter's sake."
"Very well. She will have to sign the non-disclosure agreements, as well as hand any and all documentation over to Dr. Trevellian."
"There is my good girl." Alucard removed his hand and grinned. Integral threw a pillow at him, only to have him dissolve before it made contact. She humphed to herself and grabbed the washcloth soaking in cool water on the nightstand. She slapped it on her forehead angrily.
"Arrogant vampire."
