We did what we could to keep the king comatose following the demon attack. A combination of Arda elvish and Olympian/amazon techniques had slowed it down to a greater extent; but it was very much still there. There were no other demon attacks, for now, but any who'd followed my savior journey knew how unpredictable that all could be. But I also received the impression the enemy wouldn't do anything else for the moment. Still, the palace and city was on high alert and would remain such; but it had been that way anyway with Morgoth and so on.

Eowyn/Legolas were ever there to assist with helping the downed king. Real Greek mythology had come to Arda in fullness and now its inhabitants would experience an evil they never could have imagined.

Arwen never left her husband's bedside. Days went by...and still she wouldn't leave to eat drink sleep or bathe. And as she'd renounced her elvish grace during the ring war she didn't have the enhanced strength/will to care for herself. I tended to the king one morning while Eowyn stopped behind the queen and set supportive hands on her shoulders. "My queen, you must care for yourself. We are doing everything we can for the king. Please."

Arwen struggled to keep her emotions in check. She tried to keep a semblance of elvish dignity behind her angelic exterior; it was a lot like traditional British dignity in some ways. By contrast we Themyscirans didn't mind showing our emotions; we were often passionate; like Spartans. And any that thought we were weak were always welcome to test our warrior's resolve... Many had. We were still here; they weren't...

"Please go with Lady Eowyn, your majesty," I said to her. "I will stay with him." Arwen gave a small nod of acquiescence and departed with my Rohan amazon apprentice.

I set my hand on the king's forehead; it was definitely warm; a light fever but nothing life threatening in/of itself. I had the wonder plane monitoring his vitals in real time. But this hardly meant anything good. The curse was a deceptive one. Brother had used it before over the ages to bring down people that had gotten in his way. If was a curse that acted like a virus. It could sense/adapt to treatments ministered. It was a tricky "bug". And it would take a combination of magic/medicine to fight it. It wasn't impossible to fight; but it wouldn't be easy. But nothing middle earth alone could fight it. We'd seen that much already.

The latest wonder plane mental medical report stated the curse/virus was now centered in Aragorn's brain; that it would affect his neurochemical interactions there. It could also affect bio electric impulses as well. In short it could affect his memory; even his personality. That was different for the curse to do... What are you up to, brother...? Why keep him alive with such a potent weapon that he could just kill Aragorn with; and sadistically as ever...?

No. Brother was doing something else with this. He was reinventing his war wheel as it were. He prided himself on being unpredictable. But as of now, as a healer, I couldn't tell where this was going prognosis wise. For now I would just continue SOP clinical observation and intervene accordingly.