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Finally Quesha had the bandages undone and everyone looked over to Kota who had gasped a bit as he saw his arm. The veins around his wounds had turned black and he saw where the shifter poison had traveled through his veins it had almost made it to his shoulder. The blackened veins stretched from his wrist to his to his bicep. “How long will it be until the color begins to fade?” Scotty asked. Kota whispered the answer barely escaping his mouth, “Never.”  Quesha picked up Scotty and signaled for Drugen to rise. “Kota needs to rest and I need to rewrap this wound you two go get some sleep as well.” Kota’s family passed through the doorway without a fight. As she turned Quesha looked longingly at her friend lying in bed with such a severe wound and for the first time she let the gravity of the situation hit her with full force. “Do you know how close this was Kota? We almost lost you dammit! An hour later you would have been dead as soon as the poison reached your heart it would have ate through your flesh and you would have been a sack of skin filled with blood! I swear by all that is holy and right if you ever do anything this stupid I will help your father etch that gravestone.”  

Quesha composed herself as she reached over and began rewrapping Kota’s wound. “I swear Quesha I never meant to scare you. I’ll be more careful I promise.” Kota looked at her for a moment the thunder seemed to stop as she looked at him. “Damn right you promise to be more careful, what you think is going to happen if I’m not there to stitch you up.”  Quesha emphasized her point buy tightening Kota’s bandage.