“Jacob suggested I check Uncle Frank to make sure he’s okay,” Robbie said.
“Yes, do that. Robbie, is there anything else you can do for Jacob?” his father asked.
“I’ve taken some blood, I’ll have it looked at to see what, if anything, can be found in the bloodwork. I’ll take some from Uncle Frank as well. Has he mentioned problems with any of his injuries?”
Berni shook his head. “No, shifting helped heal him. I’ll leave you to it, and see what’s happening at the hospital. We did pilfer some of their equipment after all. Jacob if you need anything,just ask.” And with that, Berni left the room, closing the door behind him.
CHAPTER 19
Fran was rushed off his feet. Emory was in surgery and Fran was doing what he could. He bandaged, plastered, monitored and whatever else was needed. It was hours later before he had a moment to himself and walked into the staff room to grab a drink.
He wished he had Jacob’s phone number to check up on him. He set up a group chat with his cousins, Finn, and Emory and sent a message asking how Jacob was and to apologise to him that he was still busy at the hospital.
Putting his phone down, he made himself a coffee and sat at the table. He didn’t have long, but was desperate for a drink. He was just taking a sip when his phone pinged. He saw it was a message from Finn and clicked it open.
Jacob is resting, he’s not healing very well. It looks like he has an infection in his stomach. Robbie has taken some blood to run tests. He’s currently checking your dad to make sure he doesn’t have one. Will keep you posted.
Fran read the message twice. Shifters don’t get wound infections. They get hurt then heal up. True some woundstake longer to heal than others, but infections were practically unheard of.
Noted. Thanks for letting me know. Tell Jacob I’ll be back as soon as possible.
Finn: Will do.
Ezzy:Have you seen Emory?
Finn:He’s in surgery, he might be a while.
Ezzy:K, thx.
Fran put his phone back down, and drank more of his coffee, sighing, wondering what could have caused the infection, and how it could be fixed.
He was pulled from his thoughts when James walked in, heading straight for the coffee pot.
“Hey, James.”
James turned to look at Fran as he poured coffee into his mug. “Fran. I thought you had some time off.”
“I do, or did, but when they called Emory in, they asked for me as well. I knew they wouldn’t have done that if they weren’t desperate.”
James walked to the table, sitting down and taking a sip of his drink. “So good,” he sighed out. “Yeah, so many injuries, thankfully no one died.”
“Always a plus,” Fran agreed.
James gazed at Fran. “You okay now?”
“Yes and no, still some stuff to sort out, but I’m hopeful.”
“You know I’m here if you need to talk, but you do seem better than you were the other day. I know Rose has been concerned about you.”
“Bless her. I’ll pop in and see her before I leave.”
“You can go now if you want. Just update everyone, see Rose, and go home.”
“Are you sure?” Fran asked him.
James nodded. “Yep, everyone is patched up and either on their way home, in a ward, or in surgery. Seriously, it’s late, go home.”
“Thanks James. I will do just that,” Fran replied, downing his drink, then going to update everyone and write up notes. Once done, he changed out of his scrubs and popped in to see Rose. It was late, but he knew she would still be awake.
