[For a few moments, neither of them know what to do. He's gone into shock, or he's at that near point. There's so much gray flesh, so much stink, so much dried blood, that the emotion of the whole thing is overwhelming. Alucard wants to scream from the horror of the sight, but the luxury of time to do so isn't there. Not really. Not in meaningful way.
So preventing shock comes first, Sypha being the one to do the work of it while Alucard runs next door to his father's medical books and calls out passages of useful information to try and stabilize Trevor. It's hard, so hard, and beyond terror when there are moments that seem as if Trevor's slipped away entirely, but somehow, impossibly, the shock is chased away after an eternity of trying.
Ether is next. They need him quiet and unconscious for however long this takes next, and then?
They discuss. Alucard admits that turning Trevor outright would fix everything but then create new problems. Sypha agrees in quiet horror that it's possible but he'd never forgive either of them. If it's to be an option, Trevor makes the decision for or against. No other way.
Then the work begins.
One of them stays in the operating room with Trevor, the other researches. Makes potions and powders and salves meant to alleviate the smaller moments of decay. To try and promote healthy flesh. At one point, Trevor's leg is opened up entirely with clean, gloved hands and more salve to force life into deadening flesh. Trevor's blood is cleaned by an experimental apparatus hooked up to a blue stone that takes almost twelve hours to do the work but impossibly does it all the same.
They nap, eventually. Four hour shifts each, and then they go back to the work. Time again has no meaning. The fingers, they may just be beyond salvation. The sores? Cleaned and scrubbed at least, made neater and cleaner if not fully healed. The area near the ear is...well it's cleaned. The dry flesh pulled away, the rest scrubbed, sewn, and carefully taken care of as best they can.
Everything else is an awful waiting game for them to play. The ether is removed, but there's morphine in Trevor's system to dull the pain. The stone for blood cleaning remains attached for safety's sake.
Then they both sleep by pure accident and utmost exhaustion. Both human. Both flopped over each other. Both terrified of the future.]
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So preventing shock comes first, Sypha being the one to do the work of it while Alucard runs next door to his father's medical books and calls out passages of useful information to try and stabilize Trevor. It's hard, so hard, and beyond terror when there are moments that seem as if Trevor's slipped away entirely, but somehow, impossibly, the shock is chased away after an eternity of trying.
Ether is next. They need him quiet and unconscious for however long this takes next, and then?
They discuss. Alucard admits that turning Trevor outright would fix everything but then create new problems. Sypha agrees in quiet horror that it's possible but he'd never forgive either of them. If it's to be an option, Trevor makes the decision for or against. No other way.
Then the work begins.
One of them stays in the operating room with Trevor, the other researches. Makes potions and powders and salves meant to alleviate the smaller moments of decay. To try and promote healthy flesh. At one point, Trevor's leg is opened up entirely with clean, gloved hands and more salve to force life into deadening flesh. Trevor's blood is cleaned by an experimental apparatus hooked up to a blue stone that takes almost twelve hours to do the work but impossibly does it all the same.
They nap, eventually. Four hour shifts each, and then they go back to the work. Time again has no meaning. The fingers, they may just be beyond salvation. The sores? Cleaned and scrubbed at least, made neater and cleaner if not fully healed. The area near the ear is...well it's cleaned. The dry flesh pulled away, the rest scrubbed, sewn, and carefully taken care of as best they can.
Everything else is an awful waiting game for them to play. The ether is removed, but there's morphine in Trevor's system to dull the pain. The stone for blood cleaning remains attached for safety's sake.
Then they both sleep by pure accident and utmost exhaustion. Both human. Both flopped over each other. Both terrified of the future.]