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“Home? Why not back to the school?” I asked him.
Maddock shook his head. “In his state that would not be a good idea. We have no idea how he will react once he awakens, nor even when he will awaken other than some time tonight.”
“What can you make of his state?” Tristan questioned the doctor.
Maddock touched the young man’s pulse on his neck and pursed his lips. “Alive, but very weak. Whoever attacked him took much of his blood.”
“Then he hasn’t much time?” Tristan guessed.
The good doctor sighed. “Unfortunately, that is more likely than not.”
“More time for what? To live?” I asked them.
Alex shook his head. “No, he smells like rot, not death.”
“That is the stench of the vampyre,” Maddock explained as he leaned back with a sigh. He clutched one side of his face in his h
