By the time Obern managed to heave the Margrave onto the bed while grunting, Oliver returned.
He brought a wooden box.
Inside were various herbs and liquids of unknown purpose.
Oliver took the Margrave's hand and pricked his thumb with a needle.
He carefully collected the drops of blood.
He placed them on a glass plate then used a dropper to drip something from one of his glass vials onto the blood drops.
The blood and liquid mixed and clumped into globules.
Oliver clicked his tongue and repeated a similar action.
After two more failures.
Just as we were starting to worry the Margrave might stop breathing first.
"Got it."
A different reaction appeared than before.
Instead of clumping into globules, the dark red blood changed to a healthy bright red.
And what Oliver took out was clearly a 'syringe.'
Though it looked crude and the needle didn't look very hygienic.
Sizzle.
