Snippet #1336095

"Of course. I'll gladly treat your patient of what ails her if I am able to stay and observe. We all still learn, even the wisest man." Etzel replied idly to the girl. He had a feeling it was some sort of mutation the future patient had, but he decided not to ponder it until he saw the patient himself.

The Doctor didn't even bother looking up at the well-dressed man that came stumbling through the door. As he continued playing around with the Syringe, making sure it was perfect for stabbing flesh (which he did to a degree of inhuman delight). As the girl pondered the symptoms he exuded, he looked up slightly and eyed the man, who was turning a rather unpleasant shade of blue.

What caught his attention was the girl's sudden change in attitude. His years of training instinctively told him she was trying to hold something back. Looks like she might not be in full control yet, and if this poison was strong enough the strength needed to neutralize the compound would send her into a coma- probably kill her.

"Alright. Alright. I'll see what I can do." He said, despite his tone sounding a lot more interested than his choice of words. Getting up, he walked over and inspected him. Looked like a quick-acting poison. He opened a vial, sticking the syringe in and drawing a precise amount of liquid. He injected it into the base of the neck, watching as the man slowly went limp. "This should stabilize and slow the poison's effect." He said shortly, pulling out a fresh, smaller syringe and taking a blood sample. Out of his satchel came a small beaker container, which he dumped a clear solution into. He then began meticulously dropping the blood in small doses. The solution turned a dark blue. Behind the mask, the physician scowled heavily.

"Looks like a nerve-attacking compound." He muttered, hardly expecting the girl that watched to understand. "Yes. No wonder he lost motor skills. If this goes on he'll become paraplegic. I don't recognize this, no... a new venom? No such thing- neurological toxins can be accessed in snakes. Difficult to make. Agricultural domes? Possibly. No, could be man-made. Takes time, yes. Yes."

He quickly looked at his array of devices. Only about a quarter could effectively treat the nerve eroding poison that afflicted the unconscious man. taking out three vials, he pulled out a new beaker. The thing about being a traveling doctor was that every used glass was not considered sterile. It was frustrating to keep replacing them on the go. Pouring a delicate amount from each, he took the tip of the syringe and hastily began stirring up a concoction- a crazed witch hidden behind a mask. The mixture turned from clear to brown, back to clear again. He was fairly certain nobody knew what the vials even contained before, but now this diluting solution should be able to counteract the poison for the most part. The man might have lost use of wherever his body was hit first however. Taking the medicine, he absorbed it with the syringe and plunged it into the bloodstream of the man in multiple places,

The man's skin slowly faded back to a normal color. As he suspected. "I see. It really was a neurological poison. Definitely slow acting. No snake could have this- they fight less, yes. Man-made, certainly. But with what? Shame. I can't get a sample of the pure compound. Might help. I don't have this- might be nice to examine. Definitely stable- took awhile to work. No.. perhaps-yes... no..."

Etzel's constant muttering caused many to regard him as slightly insane. He didn't mind, as it helped him form a strict line of thought that often produced answers to questions much more quickly. Looking down at the man, he felt his body up and down with his gloved hands. Without flinching, he reached under and checked where the sun didn't shine. Looked normal enough. He examined his new syringe once more, noting this had to be brought back and sterilized. He looked at his earlier syringe. Perhaps there was still some sample poison left. Grabbing it, he stuffed it in a sealed back and put it in his satchel he carried with him. He placed small bandages wrapping around the many needle wounds on the well-dressed man.

"Sorry sir and madam..." Etzel said hastily before taking off the man's clothes. Examining his body closely, he found a slight puncture wound on his chest, right under the left pectoral. He took and alcoholic scrub and quickly neutralized the wound before patching it up. Leaving the man undressed, he straightened. Turning to Pandora, he shrugged.

"It was some sort of attempted assassination, if my reasoning is correct." Etzel reported. "The poison is some sort of man-made item that could only have been created by trained apothecaries or assassins." He didn't have a problem with revealing this, as the information was vague enough that it could be spilled anywhere. "There isn't enough poison left to properly investigate. The rest is left up to this man to try and remember who nearly killed him." With that, he patted the man's head and sat down, regarding Pandora across the unconscious naked man.

Etzel thought he was being a bit cruel.