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Continued from here (http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=nightsmoonchild&itemid=915).

Oz was limping and out of breath, cradling an arm to his chest, when he got to the clinic.

"Help..." he mumbled at the girl behind the desk.

Alanna instantly sat up.

What's wrong?

I...bit...gremlin...

*He knew he wans't making sense, but couldn't seem to make the words come out right*

A gremlin bit you? Okay, sit down right here. Alanna led Oz over to one of the small rooms to the side.

And let's get the blood washed off.

*Oz nodded and allowed her to lead him to an exam room. He settled on the table and rolled his jeans up to reveal the bite. The denim had protected him somewhat, but there was a distinct bite just above his ankle*

Alanna headed out and came back with a bowl of water and a towel and began to clear off the wound.

Are Gremlin bites poisonous? Um, anything else that feels wrong, like not being able to speak? Or is that from running to hard?

Not know.

*Oz lay back on the table, not watching her clean his leg. He held both arms up, looking at the backs of his hands, hoping the bite wouldn't stimulate the wolf or anything like that. His hands were always the first to change when he wolfed out. It had never happened except at the full moon, but he felt so weird he was afraid the bite would affect it*

Alanna studied the bite carefully. It didn't seem to be infected carefully she placed her hand on his ankle and felt ... something.

Um, is there anything I should know about you health wise or can assume that bite is poisonous?

*Hands normal, no mutation, he sat up and looked at her*

Wolfwere. Wolf. Werewolf.

Alanna nods and looks back towards the ankle.

Tell you what, I'm going to go ahead and heal it. You're going to stay here, until Dr. House comes in or a day or so passes.

Do you always talk like this or are you having trouble thinking?

*He shakes his head. His thoughts are fine. he just can't get the words out right. And to tell her that would take too much energy*

*Lucky for him, he's saved from trying to explain by the sudden appearance of a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair and a cane. Oz looks at him, thinking he must be one of the teachers and sjhe'll probably go and tend to him now. He leays back with a sigh*

Alanna quickly turns around.

Doctor House? This young man came in with a bite from a Gremlin a little while ago. He's a werewolf, the bite doesn't seem infected and I can close it up pretty easily. She frowns. I think there's something wrong though, he doesn't seem to be talking properly.

"Werewolf, huh. Interesting." House moves into the room, closer to the patient who is looking at him somewhat warily. A look he's used to getting.

"I'm the doctor, kid. Take it or leave it." He taps the cane on the tile floor. "How'd you get yourself bit? Nevermind. Doesn't matter." House peered at the boy's leg, then turned to Alanna.

"Get a blood sample, we want to look at that before we do anything." Since, you know. No experience with werewolves.

Alanna nodded and hurried away to where she had stored the syringes earlier. On her way back, she grabbed some cotton as well. Quickly, she got back and handed the syringe to Dr. House, shrugging apologeticly.

Sorry, I know what it's for, I haven't figured out how to use it.

"Now's the time to learn."

House gave Oz a look, the boy didn't seem to be in any condiion to object.

"Tie off his arm. Tight but not too tight." House hooked his cane on the side of the bed and tied Oz's arm off with elastic. "Tap the veins. He's got a good one, see it here? Rub alcohol over it. Then, you take this." He shoves the needle ather.

"Uncap it and poke it under the skin, in the vein. You're here to learn, may as well do it on a kid who seems to be out of it."