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I put two and two together, and thought I was going to be sick. “It’s werewolf fur?”
“The trick is to keep them alive when you skin them, so their pelts don’t go back. And also to not wear it on a full-moon night. They’re very rare. ”
Bile rose up in my throat. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, Sike,” I said as she walked out my bedroom door.
“Do what you like. See you two nights from now. Cheers!” she called from down the hall.
I waited until she was gone, locked my front door, took the comforter and anything else her coat might have touched off my bed, put it into my laundry basket, turned up my thermostat, and went to sleep.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
I woke up thinking I only had two more nights of chaos to go. I showered and got ready for work robotically, hit a grocery store, and drove in. The black import car followed me again.
When I reached Y4, the assignment board had twice as many patients on it as usual—there were rooms A through H, holding John and Jane Decembers.
“They’re all still here, huh?” I said, looking over the board.
“Yeah, once this guy goes home—I’m going home too. ” Charles pointed at his assignment, the one lone daytimer. All the donors that needed blood had dried up, so to speak. “Rachel’s coming in to help you guys. ”
“Great. ”
I got report from Lynn, who’d had rooms A through D during P. M. shift. “Have you ever seen anything like this?” I asked as we were co-signing charts together.
“No, and I’ve been here for fifteen years. They’re creepy. ” She signed her name and clicked her pen shut. “Have a good night—I’m going to go home and try not to dream. ”
My first patient was female. She was a little cleaner than the rest, but she stood like Gideon had not long ago, with her back toward me, staring at a point on the wall.
“Do you know what’s happening to you right now?” I came up beside her and pushed her gently to sit on the bed. “Has anyone talked to you about the choices you’ve made?” I kept trying. “Can you tell me your name?”
I saw movement outside the room and looked up—Gina was waiting for me by the door.
I pushed the woman back into the bed, then lifted up her feet, forcing her to lie down. I tucked her in and went to meet Gina outside.
“It’s the same up and down the line. Depressing,” Gina said.
“Is this normally how it goes?” I asked her. When Gina had infected herself for Brandon’s sake, she’d seemed to manage fine. It certainly hadn’t made her comatose.
“Not in the least. Usually weres are more full of life. Vibrant. Brash. ”
I wasn’t sure those were the terms I’d have used to describe Lucas groping me last night. “Can we give them shots? Like the ones that cured you?”
“No. As the local pack, Deepest Snow assumed responsibility for them, as of this morning. ”
“So?”
“You need consent for shots. None of them can give it right now, seeing as they can’t talk. And Deepest Snow won’t agree. They asked on day shift and Helen said no. Said she’ll integrate them somehow. ” Because that worked so well with Viktor. Gina saw my frown. “I don’t like it any better than you do. Maybe they’ll straighten out by the end of the night. Lock all their doors, okay?”
“Okay. ” I went to do it. I didn’t like it, but the only thing that’d make me feel worse than locking them inside their rooms would be having them out here with me.
* * *
Taking care of people who only sat and stared and breathed began to wear at my soul. It felt like someone was performing a cruel psychological test, and I was the lab rat. I hooked all of my people up to their oxygen saturation monitors, not because I was afraid they’d stop breathing, but because it’d tell me if they moved. I went out to the main nursing station, where Charles was, and sat in front of the main monitor to watch all their oscillating blue lines. Meaty sat across from us, doing paperwork.
“I needed to get out of crazy corner,” I explained to Charles.
“You shouldn’t have let them sucker you into so much were-stuff in the first place. ”
“Gee, thanks. ” I made a sour face. “Who’re you taking care of?”
“My one lone, lovely daytimer. He got a blood transfusion—vampire blood, half a cc—earlier today. He’ll be healed by dawn. It’s looking like I can take tomorrow night off. ” Charles kicked his chair and wheeled aside.
“Don’t think I’m not jealous of you,” I told him.
“Why? You have it off too. Almost everyone will. Those weres should get better, and it won’t take a whole team to watch Winter die. ”
“I have some other stuff to take care of tomorrow night. ”
