The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

The sound of the cup hitting the floor turned Flare’s attention back to her. That had happened faster than he expected. Had it been okay to mix with the other herbs? He wasn’t a healer, no way to know. Luckily, he could always get another one if he broke this one. He waited a moment to ensure she was fully out, and then made his way back to her side. He nudged the spilled tea cup out of the way and rested a paw against her neck. Feeling her heartbeat before grabbing out the small kit the Syndicate healer had given him. Lucky for him, Demezla hadn’t been in any shape to be poking around.

He returned to her once more, seating himself on the edge of the bed as he carefully spread her legs, feeling across the limb for the vain. Her body was similar to the test subject Azrael had let him work on. He’d certainly bruised the healer's little Ririka a few times while he learned. He pulled out the sharp needle he had been supplied, and shoved it into the vein. It would likely bruise as well from his inexperienced paws, but hopefully she would have enough on her mind not to notice. He injected the fluid, and pulled out the evidence. Wrapping it back up and putting it out of the way to dispose of it.

Azrael had promised him good things from this drug. If it all worked to plan, she would practically be climbing the walls to elevate the intensity of the drug-induced heat. Far worse, he had been told, than the real thing. He brushed a paw lightly across her forehead, brushing back her ears before getting back to his paws. Placing the tea cup on the table before returning himself to the fire. Now, for the excruciating part of waiting for her to wake. Waiting to see how the drug would take root in his beautiful, foolish toy.


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