Novel & Cerita What Is Bloody Flux Disease

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

She pressed some sort of fabric to his finger and then held it up to the light. I felt helpless as Jade did whatever she was doing. I didn’t fully understand what was happening. Everything looked so foreign to me. This wasn’t how doctors in the human world examined people; I knew that much. But then...humans didn’t have potentially sick wolves inside of them. After what seemed like an eternity, Jade finally approached us. “It’s Fungalstopsis,” she said. “Just as I suspected from the rash. His blood has the pathogens in it.” “What?” I asked. She could have been speaking French for all I knew. “Funga...?”

Treatment is Mercuric Chloride but there is no cure. This is what Edmund suffers from. His “whore pox” as the textbooks refer to it is so substantial it is rotting his very spine. This disease he feels acceptable to pass onto my myself should he get the opportunity. Mental instability paired with an interest in hurting women with whips struck me as a terrifying combination.

Gabriel nodded his head in acknowledgment. "What's wrong with your uncle?" Fleur's eyes instantly turned sad. "He has T.B and we couldn't afford treatment for him." Gabriel had no idea what that T.B is after all werewolves don't have to go through these kinds of diseases. "If you would be able to afford now then." Fleur smiled at him shaking her head. "It's useless now. No amount of money can treat him anymore. We don't even know which second we might lose him." Blinking her tears away Fleur shook her head.

Thank God for this piece of information I had wrestled from Adriana before we came here; combined with my knowledge from books, I know I had a way to stop Travis from waging war on the hybrids while securing a solution to his problems, too. "The disease, they can help us," I added and I felt him stiffen for just a few seconds. "Adriana," He mumbled under his breath, already aware of who could have disclosed this information to me. Currently, there was a plague afflicting some of the wolves in Twilight City. It was a form of flu that disconnected them from their wolf side just like what had happened to me, except this had a more serious effect. It weakened their bodies too and the ill wolves

He was a field medic. “It mimics a few other well-known viruses. Though it works fast. Really fast. Basically, it is a combo of Crimean Congo fever, Ebola, Marburg, the flu, plague both major types, and necrosis fasciitis.” “Well, you guys didn’t screw around with this one.” He replied back, dryly. “No, we didn’t. I was on the team for this one though I didn’t really understand what we were doing until it was too late.” She replied.

“Of course.” We moved away from the crowd and settled in a quieter area. Once we sat down, Alpha Raymond immediately leaned forward slightly. “I still find it hard to believe,” he admitted honestly. “A treatment for Blood Moon Fever?” I nodded calmly. Blood Moon Fever was one of the deadliest diseases among werewolves. Once infected, the wolf slowly lost control of their body. Their veins darkened. Their body temperature increased abnormally. In the final stage, the wolf completely lost their sanity before dying painfully.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, my pretty little doctor." I took a deep breath. This illness was rare, but I'd seen it before. The tricky part was that it was very hard to cure. "It's called Lycanthropic Disjunction," I said. "It's a genetic disorder. A throwback to a primal, unstable form of the lycanthropic gene. It doesn't just 'activate' during the change. It shatters the change itself." The rogues looked horrified. Axel frowned, "I don't care what it's called. Just tell me there's a cure."

"You haven't been doing a very good job of it. Have you been eating?" Alex sighed. "Yes." "I wish my equipment was working. Maybe you've got a bug," Brooke said. "It would be a first. I've never been sick before," Alex said. "Which is why I'm worried. It's not common for a hybrid to get sick like this, especially a Six. Do you have any symptoms you haven't told me about?" Alex shook her head. "Just tired. Headaches, nausea, my arm hurts, and my lungs hurt." "But no sniffles or mucus? What about stomach pain?" Brooke asked.

Waltz Fleur’s scalp tingled while she listened. Her limbs were trembling. Alex Rockefeller seemed to think of something. “Also, demonic blood wisteria usually coexists with a kind of symbiote…” Just as Alex was speaking, Waltz started scratching her lower abdomen. “What is this? It’s painful and itchy. It feels like a bug bite… Ouch! It hurts so bad! Senior, would you please take a look,” Waltz asked. She had long lifted the hem of her shirt.