<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind snorted at Blue's disregard of what he'd asked of Alaric. After dealing with his bout of nausea he listened to Blue tell him about what he'd been working on at home with Devin. It was the sort of normalcy he needed after the stressful situation he'd gotten himself into. It passed the time as they waited for the others to return and Eivind heard the familiar rumble of the machine. Alaric had been ballsy enough to take one of the tractors up the mountain. It proved it's use and though it was slow, Eivind made it out without further injury and finally Blue was there, touching him.<br/>
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“Just give me a second,” Eivind grumbled, tired and not wanting to expend any more energy for the next few minutes. Blue examined him as best he could but even Sig could tell from his further away position that yes, Eivind was injured and it smelled foul on top of that. Blood and infection assaulted him but at least they'd found him. Blue urged him along. There wasn't all that time to spare and it would only do so much good anyway. If they paused for too long Eivind would just drift off. Blue's body was no longer the weakened thing it had been when Eivind first found his mate. Now it was his turn to get him up and onto his feet, even if Eivind groaned in protest. Sig was there to offer assistance, Blue on the side to help compensate for his injury. Blue ignored Alaric's assurances that he wouldn't flip the tractor. If he hadn't done it going up anyway. Mountain paths with uncertain slopes were no place for the machine, that was true, and the human seemed unwilling to take the risk.<br/>
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“Fine, I'll meet you down there,” Alaric growled, taking paths back down. It would take him just as much time as it had going up, but he figured it would take the trio time to get Eivind off the mountain safely as well.<br/>
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Just like with the climb, Eivind had to take breaks. Every motion was painful, though he was quiet about it. It was instilled in him to show as little weakness as possible, both being a predator and based on how his father had raised him. He was panting, however, asking to rest a few minutes when his head was spinning. He was shivering, a mix of exhaustion and fever. They took their time and picked their over the safer routes until they were finally on even, spongy ground.<br/>
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Alaric found them after a few moments of Sig shouting to him. They'd both come out of the mountain at different points but navigation would be a hell of a lot easier now. Alaric shined the lights onto Eivind now that he could get the vehicle close, going over to him. With his medkit in hand, he cleaned the juncture of Eivind's arm, starting a line on him in the dark. His dehydration made finding a vein difficult and it collapsed on him more than once, but eventually, he got it, having Blue hold the saline over Eivind as it flowed into his body.<br/>
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“All I can really do here,” Alaric said, and it didn't take all that long before the fluid bag was empty. He disconnected it but left the line in so that perhaps he wouldn't have to stick Eivind again when he got home. He'd need more fluids and likely medication by the looks of it, not that the wolf had protested all the needle prodding. He helped Blue get Eivind comfortable propped up into the seat of the tractor, resting wearily against the roll cage. Alaric drove the logging tractor standing and started them on their way home, trusting Sig and Blue to follow. It wasn't especially fast, and so he lit the way for the other two on the way home, something even a human could keep up with.<br/>
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Once home the work wasn't quite done. He helped get Eivind into the house, laying him down on the couch Blue had been laying on wounded only a few weeks earlier.<br/>
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“Get some pots of water boiling on the stove,” Alaric told the two before settling down to get a better look at the wound now that they were in the cabin. Eivind hissed when Alaric started to prod at it and then lashed out with a fist, all out of patience.<br/>
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“Fuck off, Alaric,” Eivind growled. The attempt had been slow enough that it was an easy motion to dodge, nor did he imagine there would be all that much power behind the hit even if it did connect. Alaric rolled his eyes and got more fluid going on him.<br/>
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“I've got to go get some other things,” Alaric informed them before venturing out. He returned with a big bag of things and a jar of a greenish colored powder in his hand.<br/>
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“We need to get him to eat some of this. Doesn't have to be a lot. It's pretty concentrated, but it will make him lose function of his body.. and overall be a lot more cooperative. I'm not a trained anesthetist so I can't put him out fully.” Not without significant risk he doubted Blue wanted him to take. “This is close enough. I don't personally like handling it. It's potent to werewolves. Doesn't seem to bother humans at all.”<br/>
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Alaric went back around to unwind the vines from around Eivind's thigh. It pulled away scab and revealed viscous puss streaked with dark, unhealthy blood. It smelled awful though Alaric didn't seem all that bothered. He washed his hands and gave a broad spectrum antibiotic through the IV.<br/>
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“I'll phone in our doc. She may want to switch to a different type of antibiotic. He needs a blood test.” Alaric wasn't privy to a lab. “Might need other medications I don't have too if his blood pressure doesn't even out with fluids.” Oxygen if he took a turn for the worse, or other help if his organs started to have difficulty functioning. It was a serious thing, but a good sign that Eivind was coherent enough to be snappish. He called while Blue got what Alaric had suggested into Eivind, then set about the task of cleaning out the grisly wound.</span></span>