He stood close and watched while Doc packed some sort of funky goo into each dangerous looking cut before stapling the skin back together.
"Is that going to work? It fucking stinks." His lip curled as he spoke.
Simon shrugged. "I have no idea. The combination of herbs should break down the toxins but she'd have a hell of a lot better chance if she shifted. Ninety five percent of all injuries are naturally healed with the magic of a shift. Or at least it starts the healing process. This." He waved his hand across her body. "This is more like treating a fragile human. They can't heal like we do." "Then why not give her some penicillin or some shit those human doctors think works so well? Isn't that scientist friend of yours working on something?" asked Rafe.
"Just because she looks human right now, we both know better. I'd need a damned barrel of penicillin for her body to use before it got metabolized out of her system." Rafe held her hand while Doc continued to work. The fine porcelain skin of her arms and shoulders beckoned him.
