Now for the fun part.
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Dr. Trevellian looked up when Alucard dropped in. The vampire had a strange smile on his face.
"Sir Hellsing has agreed. However, your apothecary friend will need to sign a few forms."
"Of course." Dr. Trevellian had done the same years ago. He pulled out his mobile and dialed a number. Alucard opened a drawer in Integral's desk, keeping his ears tuned to the doctor's conversation.
"Somebody better be dying, Michael." A sleepy, feminine voice growled. Alucard's ears perked.
"Not quite, but it is serious." Michael said. Alucard heard a match strike, then puffing. She smoked?
"Go ahead."
"Two patiends, one a 58 year old male, the other a 20 year old female. Both have the worst case of influenza I've seen this year."
"Hang on. Let me get to my desk so I can write this all down." More puffs, a faint curse, doors opening and slamming. "This early call is going to cost you."
"I know." Michael grinned.
"All right. Go ahead."
"Temperature's 103 and 102, respectively. Fatigue, body aches, headaches, disorientation. The male patient has had one fainting episode." A pen scratching in between drags.
"Vitals?"
"BP 178 over 55 for the male. 180 over 60 on the female. Oxygenation levels above 90."
"Any nausea or vomiting?"
"No, but lack of appetite in the female."
"Your treatments?"
"Motrin."
"That's it?"
"They need 24 hour supervision. You're the best person for the night shift, Rowan. Besides, your herbals have worked better in these cases."
"You are going to hate my fee."
"Don't worry. Sir Hellsing can afford it." Alucard snickered at the gasp on the other end.
"Sir....Hellsing."
"You've heard of her?"
"Rich, titled, reclusive, icily beautiful, rumored to be slightly off her rocker." Alucard stiffened and glared at the mobile. Who DARED to imply Integral was anything other then brilliant?
"You will need to sign some forms when you arrive. Sir Hellsing insists on her privacy." Michael took the forms from Alucard's limp hand. The vampire was still trying to kill the phone with his eyes.
"I'll bet. All right, give me an hour or so."
"Thank you, Rowan."
"I'm looking forward to the new computer." The line clicked dead. Michael looked at Alucard.
"You haven't heard that rumor, I see."
"Who?" Alucard hissed, turning his burning eyes on Michael. The doctor shrugged.
"I have no idea."
"I will ask this Rowan." Alucard dissolved into shadows and slid under the door. Michael shrugged and gathered his things.
* * *
Meanwhile, six miles away, Rowan Ascot stubbed out her homemade clove-n-mugwort, sighed and frowned at the paper sitting on her workbench. HELLSING.
"Well, at least my questions will be answered." She said, heading off for a shower.
Dr. Trevellian looked up when Alucard dropped in. The vampire had a strange smile on his face.
"Sir Hellsing has agreed. However, your apothecary friend will need to sign a few forms."
"Of course." Dr. Trevellian had done the same years ago. He pulled out his mobile and dialed a number. Alucard opened a drawer in Integral's desk, keeping his ears tuned to the doctor's conversation.
"Somebody better be dying, Michael." A sleepy, feminine voice growled. Alucard's ears perked.
"Not quite, but it is serious." Michael said. Alucard heard a match strike, then puffing. She smoked?
"Go ahead."
"Two patiends, one a 58 year old male, the other a 20 year old female. Both have the worst case of influenza I've seen this year."
"Hang on. Let me get to my desk so I can write this all down." More puffs, a faint curse, doors opening and slamming. "This early call is going to cost you."
"I know." Michael grinned.
"All right. Go ahead."
"Temperature's 103 and 102, respectively. Fatigue, body aches, headaches, disorientation. The male patient has had one fainting episode." A pen scratching in between drags.
"Vitals?"
"BP 178 over 55 for the male. 180 over 60 on the female. Oxygenation levels above 90."
"Any nausea or vomiting?"
"No, but lack of appetite in the female."
"Your treatments?"
"Motrin."
"That's it?"
"They need 24 hour supervision. You're the best person for the night shift, Rowan. Besides, your herbals have worked better in these cases."
"You are going to hate my fee."
"Don't worry. Sir Hellsing can afford it." Alucard snickered at the gasp on the other end.
"Sir....Hellsing."
"You've heard of her?"
"Rich, titled, reclusive, icily beautiful, rumored to be slightly off her rocker." Alucard stiffened and glared at the mobile. Who DARED to imply Integral was anything other then brilliant?
"You will need to sign some forms when you arrive. Sir Hellsing insists on her privacy." Michael took the forms from Alucard's limp hand. The vampire was still trying to kill the phone with his eyes.
"I'll bet. All right, give me an hour or so."
"Thank you, Rowan."
"I'm looking forward to the new computer." The line clicked dead. Michael looked at Alucard.
"You haven't heard that rumor, I see."
"Who?" Alucard hissed, turning his burning eyes on Michael. The doctor shrugged.
"I have no idea."
"I will ask this Rowan." Alucard dissolved into shadows and slid under the door. Michael shrugged and gathered his things.
* * *
Meanwhile, six miles away, Rowan Ascot stubbed out her homemade clove-n-mugwort, sighed and frowned at the paper sitting on her workbench. HELLSING.
"Well, at least my questions will be answered." She said, heading off for a shower.
