Calhoun had gone to the address written in the note that was given by Theodore, where he had spoken to the physician, who had agreed to come and take a look at his mother. The physician held his mother's hand, feeling her pulse before he placed it back on the bed.
Stepping outside the house, the physician said, "She doesn't have a cold, nor does she have a raging fever. How long has it been since she has been like this?"
"Weeks," replied Calhoun, "What do you think is wrong? The other physicians said it might be the flu, and the medicines they wrote, none of them worked."
The physician pursed his lips, "Frankly, I am not able to place my finger on what is wrong. I can give you the medicines, but for that, she would need to eat. I don't think she has been eating well. If this continues, the medicines that she takes will only break her body down. If I may ask, she's a human, and you are a vampire…"
