#Chapter 143 - New Assignment

Art POV Our Blessed Goddess Medical Center - Intensive Care Unit Wright was giving me a headache. Again. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I breathed out hard, trying to pop my ears to relieve some of the pressure in my head. All I managed to do was make the nurse in the room with me hop back from me like a rabbit before a wolf which wasn't too far off considering my personal afflictions and nature. I wasn't in danger of giving in to my thirst, but she did smell delicious. I wondered if she had fae blood in her. "What were you saying?" I coaxed, trying to get her to resume the conversation we'd been having before Tyler Wright called. "His blood shows poison. Signs of poison," she corrected, "Doctor Thomas ordered a full blood panel when he wasn't responding to treatment." I prayed for patience as I stood beside Ethan Flores in his bed. He was breathing on his own, but he was completely comatose, virtually unresponsive to stimuli, and showing no signs of improvement even