Magical Starsign.

[Venin]

Lucien was in grave suffering; he would from time to time, lay motionless on the ground until Vladimir would encourage him to continue. Lucien had gotten used to the blood crazy voices, but it rendered him incredibly weak. Lucien resumed to follow Vladimir on the ground to the medical ward, but Lucien stopped again.

"M-Maybe," Lucien whispered, for he was to weak to speak up, "maybe I shouldn't. What if their are wounded ones in there? Blood soaked wounded ones? What if I lose it? Go berserk? See nothing but red? No, I need help, and I need it immediately. I just have to surpress it long enough." Lucien pilgrimed on, but stopped again to rest. Vladimir, now a bit frightened, attempted to drag his master with his teeth, but Lucien was heavy, carrying his scythe with him.

"Vladimir...I...can get there...myself...just...press on." Vladimir reluctantly obeyed. Fortunately, Vladimir saw an open room and ran towards it. He panted happily at the sight. Lucien caught up and looked. To his great relief, they had found the medical ward. However, Lucien was unable to get the of one of the doctors he spotted.

"V-Vladimir...c-could you..." he pointed at the doctor. Vladimir took one step into the ward and barked sharply and loudly, hoping to get the attention his master desperately needed.