The physician had a confused look on his face as he had been trying to produce an antidote for the infection that turned vampires feral – but all his efforts had proved futile. He didn't know what to do for the prince and just proceeded to clean up the area of the injury. He could not afford to lose a royal as he was aware of the consequences. His hand shook knowing that there was nothing to be done about the virus as no cure had been discovered. All the vampires that had gotten infected had had to be put down and burnt. Even the ones that he had worked on, trying to synthesize an antidote from their blood had been discarded for safety purposes. The virus was a wild one and no chances could be taken. If it happens that the prince turned feral…
Kane grabbed the physician by his collar and pulled him closer.
"G- Get me a human!…One that has not been fed on! Call me Tyrian! Now!" he struggled to say while another fit of cough racked through his body.
