[This hasn't been proof read so excuse the mistakes, I'll edit this weekend.]

Micah had spent the morning checking his patient. She seemed to be stronger than the frail state that Rafael had brought her in. The steady heartbeat was a sign of her strength. She was recovering at a remarkable rate, which left Micah suspicious. The dark bruising had changed yellow overnight. No human could heal so fast. Something was no right. Rafael was correct to bring her to their attention.

Micah was going carefully through her records a second time to see if he could find anything suspicious. There was something that didn't quite make sense about her. He found himself checking her heartbeat records. As a doctor, he knew that the heartbeat would be the best indicator as to what the hell was going on.

The heartbeat was a sign of life that told a story.

Micah loved to read those stories. He carefully traced the red line until he found it. His instincts never lead him astray and right now he knew exactly what needed to do next. It seemed that after a certain period, she would have some sort of fright. Her heartbeat increased tenfolds. Rafael had failed to mention this to him, but he wasn't surprised as his brother was usually negligent towards anything that didn't include spilt blood.

Micah started calculating when the next episode would occur so he could see what the hell was going on with her body. He had thousands of patients and knew better than to ignore something like this. The last time he did, the Black Plague had conquered the world. Disease was a nasty thing, that was easy to spread and hard to stop in it's wake. He had battled many and not always won them.

A loud thud distracted Micah from his thoughts of disease. He quickly located where the body had dropped. There was certain sounds that Micah knew as well as a heartbeat and the sound of a fallen person was one of them. He sighed at the sight of Rafael, when he pinpointed the source at the front door.

He never listened.

He wasn't careful.

Nothing new.

Micah threw Rafael over his shoulder and lugged him back to his private surgery. He would need to probably drain his body of some sort of poison. If he had physical wounds they would probably need to be patched up, if he was human, but Micah knew once that the drug was removed from his system, Rafael's physical wounds would be healed soon afterwards.

Micah also knew that most of the blood belonged to Rafael's victims so he wasn't worried. He had been through this procedure many times and this wasn't the worst way that Rafael had returned after visiting a head to the Mafia house. They always tried to kill him. A rather foolish plight, but that's never stopped them.

Micah drained the poison, which was unsurprisingly some cyanid, before cleaning Rafael's open wounds. By cleaning, Micah meant pouring some Russian vodka directly upon Rafael's wounds. As a werewolf, they didn't really need to clean their wounds but Micah thought that a little alcohol was always a good enough punishment for Rafael's stupidity. It was also a very effective wake up call.

He waited for Rafael to jump up and start spewing insults, as per usual, except he did not. Rafael remained unmoving in the surgical table, he heartbeat strong as usual. He was alive but unconscious.

Micah sighed.

What fuck up had Rafael got himself into this time?

Micah moved Rafael to his bedroom. He had another patient to see too so he wasn't worried too about Rafael. The man would get up when he was ready, so he didn't see the point j. Waiting at his bedside. There were many other things he needed to see too.

~*~

Micah was correct about his inkling. He had hooked up multiple machines to record the activity. Just as he had calculated, the girl had started thrashing. It was the first sign out movement from her, since Rafael had brought her in. He checked her brain activity and found the same areas that usually were active during nightmares had lit up. Whilst she had shown no signs of movement this morning due to her pain, she had physically improved by now.

Furthermore, according to his suspicions, this would continue up to an hour, as they had previously done so. Micah watched her carefully to make sure she wasn't harming herself, with her movements, in hope she woke up. The brothers would then have their answers.

Her demons plagued her mind.

She fought them with no avail.

No victory.

The girl stopped thrashing, but didn't wake. Micah frowned. She had stopped far earlier than he predicted. She must be healing, or getting worse. He didn't know, but before he could check her vitals, he heard movement from Rafael's room.

His brother was awake.

Or so he thought.

Rafael's eyes were firmly shut, but he too was acting much like the girl. He too was plagued by his demons. His movements were far more harmful, as he successfully attacked the closest object. Micah knew better than to allow his brother to roam around freely in his state. He collided with his brother, restraining him before further damage could be inflicted upon the surroundings.

The only advantages Micah had was that Rafael was sloppy in his sleep state. Rafael was still strong and Micah had to keep a tight grip to prevent him from leaving the room. The exercise was strenuous. The last time that Micah had to restrain him was when death took the wrong person.

Micah hated it. The last time he had restraint one of his siblings from something their heart desired, it hadn't turned out pretty. He had learnt a harsh lesson and knew that he should leave them to their own devices, as long as it didn't harm them.

Rafael eventually stopped struggling after a hour and fell into a calm slumber. Micah didn't loosen his grip on him, as he didn't believe it was over. He waited a little while longer. The symptoms that Rafael had shown were very similar to those that the girl had shown in a short time.

It was as he feared.

Something was different.

Something was wrong.

The worst part was that it affected a Lykos, so Micah could be susceptible to this. He decided to carry Rafael into the same room as the girl. He placed him next to the girl. He was going to have to get restraints for Rafael soon.

Micah peeled off his white shirt. It felt as if he had worked out for the past hour. If Rafael had been awake, he would've been able to take out Micah. He was tired, but he needed to do research to see what the fuck was going on. He needed to find out soon before it affected him.

Micah could taste fear.

His fear.

There was only one other person who would be able to help and he wasn't sure if they would answer his call. Perhaps he would need to use Rafael's resources to get them here. He had to try. For his brother, the unknown girl and his own sake.

He dialed her number.

~*~
Micah Lykos or Rafael Lykos?