Take Your Medicine

Metas didn't look good. He was tired, stressed out, and was feeling a bit drowsy after Veltar had given Myranda a bit more tea to keep her pain at ease. There was no building up immunity from silver for their kind. It only weakened their bodies and broke down their DNA like bleach to a human's flesh.

While Lara was healing very well and quickly, Myranda was not. Thanks to the trap that had soaked through her blood for hours, Silver was more dangerous to her now. Had she not been left out in the forest for hours, the allergy to the metal wouldn't have formed at all.

Even though the bullet had been removed quickly, her inflammation was still very severe, and when she was awake, she experienced a deep agony. It was so bad, that Metas could only relieve her for so long until he couldn't handle it anymore.

Her being asleep was the best option, and it broke his heart. He wanted to talk to her, and hear her advice and overall just the way she sounded in general. Once again, Silas had caused her pain. After he had vowed 'never again', no less. In fact, he was furious with himself as a husband, and a male in general.

The bags underneath his eyes had become very dark and noticeable, and after a discussion between the 'inner circle', Veltar came to Metas who was resting with Myranda in the cave, and insisted with care, "my Alpha, you need to sleep. I have spoken with the rest of our pack, and we agree - you can't go on like this."

Veltar looked at him with a soft expression and approached his 'mixing desk'. "Since Lara is doing better, she's going to be sleeping in the tunnels. That means you can stay here undisturbed. Furthermore, I've made a sleeping concoction for you that should help you stay in dreamland, even if your wife is stirring in her sleep."

The handsome male looked over his shoulder to Metas with a soft grin for a moment before he returned to all the powders and dried flora on his desk that he mixed into a little bottle and added some water from a stone bowl to the brim. He corked it only to shake up all the little bits and parts to his mixture, and then used the heating crystal to warm up the contents after he once more removed the cork.

"I can't sleep like that, Veltar. I have to keep watch. I am worried that Harbinger will attack and I won't be able to help," Metas returned with a gritty voice.

"Yeah, we figured you would say that. My King, you cannot protect us if you cannot sleep. Just for one night. I beg of you. We can protect the colony for a night. We can't protect you if you are the one harming yourself. Just drink the damn potion, Mets." Veltar replied and turned around to give him a look of disappointment as he handed his leader the vial of potion he had just made.

Metas looked into Veltar's 'eclipse' eyes and nodded before he took the medicine, and the advice his physician was giving him. It was odd to accept something without having it tested for poison, but the young male knew that distrusting those closest to him was a mistake at this point, especially since Vincent 'sniffed' their souls out as well as their intentions.

One does not simply trick a dragon.

"Very well. What about Myranda? What if something happens to her?" Metas asked before he did anything else with the draught in his hand.

"I will be here to watch over both of you. That's my job, and not yours right now. Your job is to sleep and regain your strength. Take the medication and go to sleep with your wife - please." Veltar felt as though he were scolding a child to get to bed, and if Metas protested any further, he'd force the Alpha to take it 'by hook or by crook'.

As though he felt challenged, Metas gave Veltar a glare in hopes it would intimidate him into backing off. However, the alchemist had seen this coming, and crossed his own arms in defiance.

"Fine." Metas said quickly with defeat and put the liquid to his lips, and drank it down as swiftly as possible so he didn't have to taste the bitterness of it on his tongue.

It was positively disgusting. A lot like earwax or biting into a rosemary bush.

While he immediately wanted to reject it, as soon as the liquid coated his throat and hit his stomach, his body felt so heavy, and yet his head felt so light.

Had Veltar not been near by, he probably would have passed out in a very uncomfortable position. Luckily, Metas was laid out onto his back next to his wife, and covered with a blanket.

Should the budding physician have all the ingredients in the right amounts, that medication he gave the stubborn black wolf would keep him out for a good, solid 8 hours - hopefully more. Metas was losing it the longer he went without proper sleep. Though there was no 'catching up' on sleep, having a good, long rest set most life forms back on their normal path.

Until he woke up naturally, Veltar wouldn't allow anyone to approach Metas for anything other than an earth-ending emergency.

He left the enclosed cave, and made his way back into the tunnels as the sun began to warm the grass and trees. The alchemist was tired, and he was stressed out - but he had something to look forward to now, and that was watching Silas' face as he was pulled apart by the big boss himself.