<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“I'm fine. I don't want to be messed with,” Eivind growled, which of course didn't pertain to having his mate nearby. He just didn't want to be poked and prodded by Alaric. In his exhausted state he felt it could wait. The other wolf was not of the same opinion but he gave Blue a request that would hopefully make his job less aggravating. He'd strap Eivind down if he had to, or get some of the other guys to hold him, but Blue was already pissed at him as it was. All that probably wouldn't go over well.<br/>
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“I need him still and he's not going to be as cooperative as you were,” Alaric told Blue when he asked if it was necessary. “I need to clean his wound out but I don't want to push any infection deeper into his body.” Blue had tried when Alaric had been working on him. Eivind was not so good tempered it would seem under such circumstances.<br/>
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“It's nothing toxic. Naturally occurring weeds ground up and concentrated. They just so happen to work that way with wolves. You're not going to overdose him on it, trust me. Get it under his tongue if you can. He didn't have to ingest it. Can be absorbed right into his bloodstream that way,” Alaric assured. He got things ready that he would need, telling Sig how he could be of use as well with bringing him hot water. While he was doing that Blue was there to coax some of the power into Eivind's mouth. The wolf was more cooperative with Blue as Alaric assumed he would be, trusting his mate. It took a few prolonged seconds before Eivind seemed to realize anything.<br/>
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“Fuck, Blue,” Eivind groaned, jerking away and leaning over the edge of the couch to spit into the floor. He didn't care. It tasted awful and he knew what they were up to now. Saliva came away dark, but there was nothing he could do for it now. The damage was done and eventually, he just laid his head back and resolved himself to what would happen. Being that it didn't have to be ingested it didn't take long before he started to feel it working, making his limbs heavy.<br/>
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“Why did you do that?” Eivind asked weakly, frowning. No wolf like the effects. Eivind already felt vulnerable. He didn't want to feel any weaker than he already was, unable to move his body. It did nothing to numb his mind and the adrenaline focused him more as he tried to fight the substance off. Alaric hadn't made any of this clear because he didn't want Blue to argue with him. It needed to be done if Eivind wasn't going to be still. And once everyone was gone and it was just him and Blue, hopefully, the stubborn wolf would rest. Going about cleaning the wound was much easier aside from the occasional weak growl from the aggravated wolf. There were a few attempts at movement but the powder had done it's work. Alaric lanced the opening to the wound a bit more and used gauze to collect the puss, collecting all the discard into a pile. It had gone deep, and Alaric flushed it eventually with hot water that had cooled enough not to burn. There was nothing embedded into the flesh so less need to go cutting away his skin but he did scrub some of it off with betadine. He didn't wrap it after, though the wound was still bleeding mildly, though bright healthy blood now.<br/>
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“Let it drain. You can wipe it with the gauze. It'll clot shortly but that needs to breath. We might cover it tomorrow. We'll see what the doctor has to say,” Alaric told them. “Get him to drink and eat. Clean him up if you can, when he's more coherent. What you gave him.. should wear off shortly.” Alaric really wasn't sure how long. He stood, watching Blue for a few moments.<br/>
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“You were right, Blue,” he said eventually, though he didn't sound particularly sorry. Alaric never did.</span></span>