Percival closes his shop early. He has the idea to write his contacts in Tredony and Crafthole to find out if they have had any instances of sickness in their territories.
Percival drafts his letter to his merchant contacts in both territories.
At the same moment, Surgeon Gavin walks to his scribe table to devise a medical formula for a cure using Lynn’s affected blood.
Gavin uses his knowledge and experience to determine which herbs to mix with the infected blood to counteract the virus.
Gavin works until he is satisfied with his formula. Now all he has to do is craft the tonic at his craft table.
Percival finishes his two letters. He hopes that his contacts will have information to help them with their current pandemic.
Percival attaches his first message to a pigeon at the pigeon post.
He then attaches his second message and watches as the pigeon flies off. He prays that he gets some helpful information from one of the territories.
These messages may be their only hope in finding out the cause of this new pandemic.
Back at the clinic, Gavin is hard at work, researching to come up with the new anti-virus.
He checks his stock to make sure that he has all that he will need. If he can nullify Lynn’s illness using her infected blood sample combined with the right herbs, he will be on his way to conquering yet another potentially widespread threat.
Gavin says a silent prayer as he mashes everything together. “Holy Watcher, I pray that this works.”
“Good news Madam Lynn. I think I have come up with a cure, but first I must ask if you will allow me to test it on you.”
“Are you sure surgeon, because the last medication only made me feel worse?”
“Well, I am not 100%, but we have to start somewhere. Do you not agree?”
“Well…I guess I cannot feel any worse…” Lynn says, but she sounds reluctant.
“Actually, you may be right to be concerned. Maybe I should go over my notes again just to make sure everything is right,” Gavin says having second thoughts.
Lynn laughs. “No surgeon. You have talked me into it now. I shall try the tonic. What is the worse that could happen?”
“Well…” Gavin begins, ready to answer her question.
“No please, if you tell me than I shall chicken out. Just give me the tonic.”
Gavin pulls the tonic out of his pouch.
Lynn opens the cork and sniffs it. “It smells like the slop of my pigs,” she says scrunching her nose.
Gavin smiles, agreeing. “Aye I know…it is the herbs. It is a real potent combination.”
Lynn drinks down the tonic in one gulp. The tonic has an immediate effect on her.
“How do you feel?” If Gavin had been more aware, he may have noticed the grim reaper standing as still and quiet as a gargoyle behind her.
“I feel fine! I think I may be all better!” Lynn says; her voice excited and lively.
“Thank you Surgeon Gavin…I-” Lynn begins…
…suddenly she begins to appear dizzy and sways on her feet. As she slowly crumbles to the floor, Gavin can see the Grim Reaper in all of his glory; an old friend that Gavin prayed he would not see again for a very long time.
“No!” Gavin shouts, for the first time aware of what is happening.
Lynn hits the floor and everyone around her can see the life being sucked out of her as they gasp in shock.
“No!” Gavin shouts again. “It was supposed to heal her. Why did it not heal her?”
This is not by far the first time that a patient has died at Gavin’s hands, but this death hurts the most. She did not even want to take the tonic. Gavin feels that he should not have insisted.
Gavin stares down at Lynn’s lifeless body and his tears fall and leave wet splotches on her dress. “I am so sorry!” He says.
Gavin cannot for the life of him determine what has gone wrong. His tonic should not have killed Lynn. What type of illness is he dealing with?
Without Jolene or his son there to comfort him, he heads to another place where he can find comfort in liquid form.
