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The MisfitsLuhan was in a high fever. His body heated up due the poison but he couldn't move a single bit. He wanted to say something but he couldn't even open his mouth. “Ha...na,” he tried to whisper but gave up. A hand laid on his body, cool and calming. “Luhan, everything will be fine. It will hurt a bit if I remove the poison but you can with stand it.” Considering that Luhan already had endured by far worst healing processes, he concentrated his power on removing the poison.
A frown appeared on the healer's face and he took a deep breath. The poison had spread too quickly through the whole body and even has managed to damage the organs and important part of Luhan's body. Eve's poison was made to kill and Lay didn't doubt that any other person would have died already. Call it luck or not but Luhan was everything else than an ordinary Vampires. “Damn you, whatever that is that protects you, you surely a damn lucky bastard my friend.”
The poison hurt while removing and Luhan unintentionally in his breath until it got hitched in his throat. Lay pulled the poison out of his body and neutralized the leftovers with an antidote which he created from Luhan's blood cells. “You are damn lucky,” he whispered again and wiped a few loose bangs out of Luhan's face. “This was easy. Now let's get to the hard work.”
Normally, Luhan's body would automatically restore the missing part of his skin but since Eve's poison has weakened him, his body seemed not be able to do so anymore. Lay closed his eye and called up a map of a Vampires body in front of his mental eye. He had to restore Luhan's energy and had to 'persuade' the body to produce cells and even more blood.
It was not an easy thing to do and an hour later he still was not finished. On the meanwhile, Hana walked up and down in front of the door. Lay had locked them out, which frustrated her to no end. She was angry and felt on the edge. Her anger routed towards Taemin especially since he had been there but actually had done nothing to help Luhan and the same was for Sehun.
Though she could understand their points and their arguments, she was not able to catch a singe, reasonable thought at the moment. The only thing she could think about was Luhan's critical state and Lay, who tried his best to help him. “Hana, sit down.” Sehun whispered but she shook her head. “No, I can't, really.” She wanted to be with him, to see if he was alright, to say that she loved him and that she was not angry at him anymore.
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