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Fanuilh and Terry, with the still unconscious Kurama, waited patiently for the results of the blood test. Fanuilh had reverted back to his dragon form and sighed comfortably. Terry cocked his head and regarded Fanuilh solemnly. The dragon noticed.
"What?" he demanded grumpily.
"How old?" Terry pondered. "10? 11?"
"Only 9." Fanuilh grumped, secretly pleased that Terry had guessed older.
"Only 9?" Terry repeated in slight surprise.
He gazed at Fanuilh critically.
"What is your name, doctor?" he asked.
"Faniulh Leabhan." the dragon replied.
"Durheem?" Terry said.
Fanuilh was startled.
"How did you-the name." he realised. "But you're so young, you can't possibly have been to Durheem."
"I'm more than I seem doctor." Terry replied.
One of the medics entered the room.
"Here are the results doc." she said, passing him the sheet of paper before dashing off again as a beep sounded through the speakers in the ward.
Fanuilh studied the analysis carefully. Finally he nodded.
"Definitely liquid trilum." he said. "I suspected as much."
"But liquid trilum is..." Terry trailed off in disbelief.
"Harmless." Fanuilh finished. "Except for the after effects of course."
"So whomever did it wanted to keep Kurama?" Terry hazarded.
Fanuilh nodded.
"That would be my assumption." he agreed. "Now I suggest you take him back to his room and sleep it off. I assume you know what the after effects will be?"
Terry nodded.
"Good. Then you can take care of him until he's functioning properly. I'll have Sandra write up a note for your prof when you're ready to return to your class." Fanuilh instructed.
"Yes doctor." Terry agreed.
He stood up and bowed briefly at the dragon before saying something in the dragon's language. He left the room. Fanuilh snorted and then returned to see if he could help Cresta. |