Frankie
Even as temper's flared and things were heating up in the apothecary, the fever that had been raging in Amaryllis' body was lowering. She was still covered with the flaming red boils and some of them had burst, but there was now a faint red hue to her cheeks. Compared to the other victims, she looked exponentially better, and the people of Middle simply couldn't understand it. They were so blinded by their grief and hate that they were beyond reason. 

The people of Middle pushed back against Tagus and Rolf, and the fact of the matter was that the two knights were outnumbered. "Hand them over to us!" The leader of the group shouted. "You have no domain here! You have no right to order us around!"

Another shouted in agreement, screaming, "Give us the witch and the healer! Hand them over, and we'll spare your lives!" Shattering glass filled the room, and meanwhile, the patients suffered. They were no neglected and forgotten as the crowd surged forward, intent on slaughtering those they viewed as the culprits.
Eddie
The flock of crazed sheep was high off dark emotions that clutched tightly to their hearts and made them blind to all reason but their whims and basic instincts. Flared up by suspicion and the death of their loved ones, they could do little else but use their small and narrow minds to guide their bestial actions. The apothecary, which was supposed to be a place of practicing medicine and treating the wounded, was marked by blood and death. Twisted, humans were, and twisted they would continue. Josephine couldn't stand such injury to her friend and the wizened man that did his best to take care of everyone. She found her chest swelling with anger, then released it all in a high pitched scream that made spines shiver.

"ENOUGH!!!"

There was a short fuse of silence that made glass and dust settle in the ruined establishment. While people were dying, their families and friends tried to pin the blame instead of being there for them. That was beyond immoral for the young noble hoping for the well-being of everyone afflicted by the wolfman infection. She was disappointed, she was ashamed by them and their attitude. How could they say they cared for their loved ones?

The knights and the young girl didn't know what reaction was going to follow such a powerful roar, but Rolf and Tagus were surprised. Rolf more so than the boy, not because it was unexpected, but because Josephine clearly had Merovingian blood running through her veins. That was a cry as mighty as the warcry of the Maneater himself, the first great Clovis of the Merovingian House. There was more to it than anyone could actually perceive, but such was the limited perspective of the ignorant. The moments of hearing pain were followed by confusion. If they wanted to keep fighting after that, Rolf already had a violent reaction in his hand, the last resort to terminate the small riot.
Betty
Vidū Ka'elo
Northwind duh

The Serenus traveled alone, following a path that she's never really been on before due to staying in the forests for almost like an eternity since the day she was born. She carried with her nothing but the clothing she wore, that sheet of paper she had between a strap and her hip, and a sharpened stick that she used for hunting. Looking over her shoulder as she seem to have already created a big distance from her home, she started feeling a little sick and wanted to turn back. Too bad, she was already out. 😩👌
Frankie
The room seemed to freeze for a moment, time standing still as the people of Middle gawked at Josephine and her knights. It seemed as if the world had suddenly come to a halt, but in that silence, one of the victims managed to rasp, "He's helping... The poultice... It makes things more comfortable... It really does work..." This, along with Josephine's cry, seemed to snap the mob out of it. If one of the victims said that the healer's work helped, then they should be heeded. Slowly, the mob laid down the weapons they had acquired and backed away, returning to their loved ones and allowing the healer to get back to work.

The poor man was shaken and struggled, but he had patients to care for. Even if the patients' family members had turned against him and been bent on killing him, his patients still deserved care and support. So he got to work, spreading the poultice on their wounds and bathing them in cold water to bring their fevers down. 

The last man to leave the face-off with Rolf and Tagus, the leader of the horde, glared at them and the sleeping Amaryllis. "If she lives, and none of these people do, I will have her brought before a council and have her tried as a witch." With that, he stormed off into the crowd.