Full Moon [Yvette, Bacchus, Patrick]

[Daniel Fury]

Daniel thanked the gods for the dose he had in that medical kit. It wasn't very often that he felt the useful urge for hospital grade morphine, but one look at her arm, and he knew that if this girl was still moving, she was crazy or possessed. He didn't want to figure which. "That ought to do it," he said, looking back at Trick. He heard her fall with a groan and a loud thud, and wiped his hands as he threw the needle into the trash bin nearby.

He tended to the toothpick in his mouth with a loud, "AWW-OWWW" sound, and then took it out and marveled at it. "Bitch sure as hell has a grip on her," he muttered. He discarded the toothpick angrily and looked at Patrick. "Is she always that crazy?" he demanded, walking around to the passenger side door. "Nevermind. Don't answer that. We should get her back to Crimson. Wait, is the doc still missing? We could take her to Frost. I don't even know who's where at this point," he said, covering his face.