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Kaplan wasn't that far along yet thankfully and hopfully not for a while. Anything was seeing to be part of the possible anymore. Limping to a cot he slids down upon it starting to strip the tac vest off and hissing when it rakes over his left shoulder. There's the third bite.

Raising a hand up to touch at the torn fabric he pulls his fingers away having blood upon them. With a swallow he wiped his fingers on his hands not noting the bite on his arm quite yet. "At least its not starting to thicken yet."

Ryan comes in a moment later. He's a bit surprised to find Deitmar here, but doesn't show it. He smelled him coming in after all.

"Good, you're here, Deitmar. You know best what needs to be done."

And yes, he means that in more ways than just treatment of the wounds.

He saw them come through the bar; saw that one of them was bleeding. And didn't recognize any of them as doctors, but that doesn't necessarily mean none of them is.

Still, best to check.

Simon Tam steps into the infirmary just behind Ryan, looking from the injured man to the others. "Do you need medical assistance?"

"Yes." Deitmar makes no bones about it. "He's going to need something to close the injury to his hand. He's also infected with a virus with a staggeringly high mortality rate that brings its victims back as zombies, and dangerous ones." He's wearing gloves. "He says it's bloodborne at this stage."

He's facing the how do you know all this questions, but that's okay. Ryan's here, Ryan has a pistol, he'll be fine.

Kap looks up as the other man enters behind Ryan, eyes narrowing slightly though he doesn't say a word for now. Something about the younger man in the glasses is more than just having all the facts and understanding the situation. If Chad was a betting man he'd say he's seen him somewhere, but yet not. Deep down he had to wonder if this was part of how this Milliways worked.

With the vest off and laying at the end of the bed he started unlaceing his left boot, pulling it free then then sock with it. Hissing as he does so he tries to take a glance at the human bitemark on his calf when the pants leg goes up. It's bad- slightly green around the edges and bleeding more since the cloth has been removed. Instantly he claps a hand over it. "This one doesn't look good."

Ryan's nostrils flare automatically at the fresh blood flow. Thankfully, the moon is still far enough off that he can control himself. That it's bad meat is only helping.

Him, not Kaplan. Kaplan may yet have to be neutralized.

The werewolf doesn't come any closer to the bed, though he does strafe around it to be nearer to Deitmar. Should something happen, the pup's safety is his priority. After that comes restraint of Kaplan, and Ryan knows he's the one best suited here to deal with it.

He's fairly certain he can't be infected.

Simon's already moving, pulling on surgical gloves, reaching supplies from a cabinet.

The word zombies stops him only for half a second, to look over his shoulder at Deitmar. He's started moving again before the other man's finished speaking.

As he bends to start cleaning the first wound, he says to Deitmar "What else can you tell me about the virus? Is there a treatment for it?"

Questions along the lines of how do you know are the furthest thing from his mind.

"No." He doesn't even have to look at Kaplan. A cure was irrelevant. They just used innoculations. "Fast progression; less than twenty-four hours."

Which seems to sum it up. He goes for a thermometer. He can list off the symptoms, but a more modern version of the virus is likely to skip some of the stages of infection.

Fever will be a constant, most likely.

"The T-virus," Kap says taking his hands away as Simon starts to tend to the worse of the bites which happens to be the one on his calf. Any longer and a good hunk would have been torn out, "was a major medical break through that had very high military applications."

Glancing over at Wesker he frowned also himself wondering how he knew even a little of what it could do. "Even in death with the body still growing, the virus reanimates it- it provides a massive jolt to both cellular grown and the electrical impulses the brain still gives off.

"It gives them the simpliest of functions- maybe some memory but no intelligence and one of the basic needs. The need to feed."

Chad looks back down as Simon works hissing as the wound is cleaned. It's starting to turn green around the edges of the teeth marks. However if the progression of the virus should he moving faster than this there has been no steps since he entered the bar. It's almost like its slowed to a crawl.

"The virus goes from liquid, to airborne, then to blood depending on how it's introduced."

Ryan watches them work, keeping one hand on his still-holstered sidearm.

"He should be restrained," he says impassively. He's not insisting that it be right now, but restraining is a good idea.

Kap's words make Simon pause in a way that Deitmar's haven't.

A major medical breakthrough ... that had very high military applications.

Maybe some memory but no intelligence ... the need to feed.

"I see," he breathes, near-silently.

A glance at the other man. "How soon do you think restraints will be necessary?"

"Here." Deitmar hands over the thermometer, otherwise staying quiet and out of the way. His role is once more to observe, it seems. But: "I'm a biologist. I've a measure of medical experience. Tell me what to do."

At the idea of restraines Kap looks up, eyes widening as he looks between Simon, Ryan, and Wesker. "Ah..I would hope not.."

Of course..he's the sick one. He's going to say he doesn't want to be restrained.

The doctor's anger causes Ryan to arch a brow, but he doesn't say anything.

"Within 24 hours," Ryan answers carefully, not looking at Kaplan. The mission to Deitmar's world wasn't his first exposure to this sort of situation. Kaplan is nothing more than a subject right now.

No treatment for it. Twenty-four hours, staggeringly high mortality rate, brings its victims back as

(Reavers)

zombies for heaven's sake --

"Sir, I can clean your wounds and close them," he says to the injured man, his voice very steady. "Beyond that ... I'm not certain how much help I can be."

Deitmar records the temperature, and otherwise minds his own business during this interval.

He glances at Ryan to try to guess what he makes of it, but right now he's just being low-key.

That feeling of having found a possible safe place from the undead is starting to fade. What little hope he had slowly starting to fade giving him a strained look- like someone deep in thought but finding no answers. "I'd go back," Kap starts off slowly, "but the door is gone."

"Do what you can? I mean..if what you two have said-" with a quick glance he looks back to Ryan and Wesker then back to Simon not...really pleading yet but it's close- "with people from everywhere there has to be something. Right? Something that may work?"

Ryan meets Deitmar's look, his own eyes flat and expressionless. He knows what has to be done here, if not now then later. There's no regret, no sorrow. It's simply an experiment gone bad and it has to be dealt with.

And those are the same eyes he meets Kaplan's gaze with.

Twenty-four hours.

Twenty-four hours with in all likelihood another dead patient at the end of it, a patient that even dead could be a threat to everyone else here. The look in the other two men's eyes is clear enough: this is hopeless.

(I'm not going to stop fighting you.)

He straightens and nods to Deitmar. "Could you hand me the tray on the counter there, please."

And to Kaplan: "I'm going to do what I can, and then I'm going to see if I can find someone who may be able to do more."

Deitmar does, without comment or question or second-guessing. He understands professionalism.

The idea of a solution gets a second look, however.

Chad isn't a threat yet- would Wesker really kill the chance to see the T-virus in action? Even if it's just in blood samples?

Eyes darting between the three men- all strangers and only 1 that he is aware of that even knows about Raccoon City. There has to be a way. "I know I never should have left the FBI to work at Umbrella.." It's a horse laugh that manages to escape the near-hopeless man.

That last bit that the doctor said. Sadly, Kap had never caught his name. Maybe it was for the better.. "There may be someone?"

He forgets, sometimes, that he's a dead werewolf living in a bar at the end of the universe.

His head tilts slightly as the doctor speaks, willing to listen.

"May be," he emphasizes. "You understand I can't promise anything."

Holding up a hypospray, he glances between his patient and the first man who brought him in. "Is there anything I should know about the advisability of a local anaesthetic?"

The general consensus appears to be no, and he administers the hypospray and begins working on closing the wounds.

Deitmar can always infect someone under controlled circum--no, no he can't, he keeps forgetting. There's just so much he could learn. It's a version of the virus from the future.

He's rather pleased with the spray; there's one less sharp to keep track of. He moves around quietly, continuing to set things up.

He doesn't go for restraints yet. There's no point.

Kap tries to keep a close eye on the kid. There's just that itching feeling that he may..no that would be impossible. He knows no kid that would seem so interested in the T-virus or what it does. Unless he was just that strange.

The spray? is a Godsend. Burning sensations and pain seemed to fade to a dullness that was most welcomed. "Yeah...yeah I understand." Licking his lips a little the computer tech winces as he shifts on the bed rolling back his right sleeve to show the nice bite impression close to his wrist. "Told them they were gonna have to work for their meal.."