The first thing that Louis noticed was the lack of pain, definitely not what he had been expecting after his struggle with whatever the thing was who had been after Lona. He felt cold, numb, his eyelids almost too heavy to open them. From somewhere far away, though, he could hear someone calling for him, though. Elmer? He suddenly realized the voice was his son's and struggled to force himself back to consciousness once more.
Whatever that thing was, Elmer had been left alone to fight it. If anything happened to his son....

"Dad?" Elmer called for his father, definite panic in his voice as he took in the extent of the bruising. How much of that drug had his dad been injected with? He knew there had been some of the drug remaining in the syringe when it had broken in his hands and the doctor seemed to think there was enough there to finish off Lona but how much had there been to start with? Enough to kill his father? Elmer was very afraid that the answer to that question was yes. "Dad, please wake up!" Why wasn't he responding? The doctor had thrown him against the wall. Had he hit his head and.... Elmer could feel tears starting to form as he realized exactly what might have happened, having to shake his head fiercely to force those images away. No, he couldn't go through this, couldn't lose his only remaining parent like this, not so soon after losing his mom and... Had he ever told his dad how much he had cared for him or had he just treated him with constant resentment because of his favoritism towards Edgar? If something happened to him now, if they never had a chance to work things out.... "Dad, please wake up!" Elmer reached out, gently touching his father's face, a bit afraid that any touch could trigger additional bleeding but wanting the contact all the same. He was cold, cold to the touch.

"Dad, I'm going to get a blanket for you, okay?" Keep him warm.
Elmer thought that was what you were supposed to do in a situation like this. He didn't want to move from his father's side but he struggled to pull himself to his feet anyway, knowing that all that sitting there was doing was proving that he was as big a loser as everyone thought he was.
Did they have more blankets? He didn't want to have to take any of the blankets covering Lona away, knowing that she needed them just as badly but.... Lona. Elmer felt even more fear if such a thing was possible as he looked down at her, his search for the blankets forgotten for a second. Had the doctor done something to her as well? Would he even be able to tell if she had been injected or would she just start to bleed internally and slip silently away? If he lost her.... But then there was his dad too. How could he take care of one and not the other when both were so sick? He reached out, gently touching Lona, feeling her breathing and pulse. His head was still swimming and he didn't know how he was staying on his feet, didn't know if he would be able to detect a problem if there was one but.... She seemed the same, though, or at least he thought that she did. Could he be sure? He started to move the blankets slightly, wanting to check her a bit more but a moan from his father caused him to turn his attention. "It's going to be okay, Lona," he whispered softly as he pressed a kiss against her forehead before scooping some of the extra blankets up. As much as he didn't want to move from her side, he knew that his father needed him. "I'm just going to patch up my dad and then we'll take care of you, okay?"

"Dad?" Elmer hurried to his father's side once more, dropping down beside him and tucking the blanket around him as carefully as he could.
"Dad?" His head was starting to actually clear a bit now but it still wasn't helping him with what he should do. How could he chose between his father and Lona? He thought that Lona was probably okay but.... And his dad definitely wasn't. "Dad?" Where were Hook and Chris? If they had stopped to make out somewhere.... Didn't they get enough time for that in the elevators? He had had to hike up five flights of stairs only the day before because they were tying up the elevator. "Dad?" He reached out, gently touching his father's face. Should he do something else, try to make him more comfortable? Elmer was afraid to try moving him, though, afraid it could trigger more bleeding.

Louis tried to move his head, to clear it and force his eyes to open but he couldn't quite manage it. It felt as if something was pulling at him, draining his energy, pulling him down. He struggled against it,
though, hearing Elmer calling for him, obvious panic in his voice. Had whatever that thing had been done something, hurt his son? If anything happened to Elmer or Lona, he would never forgive himself! "Elmer?" Fear for his son was finally enough to overcome the growing weakness and Louis forced his eyes open, looking in what he hoped was his son's direction.
"Elmer?" His voice was weak, barely audible but.... Was whatever that thing was still here? If it was, he had to do something, had to stop it somehow.
He couldn't let it hurt Elmer and Lona!

"Dad, just lay still, okay?" He was awake. Surely that was a good sign or at least he hoped that it was. "Just stay still." That would help.
Elmer was sure that would help and.... They were in a hospital, weren't they? There had to be some sort of medicine around here that would treat this, that would fix it. Didn't they have to have something in case a ghost decided to do this to a patient instead of the staff?

'He already did that.' Antubis muttered. 'Of course, she did work here before the hospital drove her insane so maybe she didn't count as a full patient.' He shook his head as he looked down at Louis. The human definitely didn't look good and the anteater was starting to wonder if he and Mary might have overlooked an injury earlier.

"Laurel Whirling?" Okay, he was having a chat with a large anteater. Definite sign that he was certifiable. Elmer shook his head,
trying to force that away, not letting him think about anything else but helping his father right now and certainly not about the nurse's rather gruesome death. Could his dad..... No, that couldn't happen to his father!
Surely that doctor couldn't have given him to much of the medicine. They could fix this. He was sure they could fix this.

"Elmer, is Lona...." Louis felt a shiver run down his body as he spoke. Something was wrong, he could definitely tell that something was wrong. "Did whatever that was do something to the IV? I tried to pull it but...." If something had happened to her, he would never forgive himself.
What had he been thinking, not taking his injury into account, arrogantly assuming that he would be able to function as well as ever? If Lona was hurt because of him.... "Elmer?"

"You pulled the IV?" Elmer whispered. His father had saved Lona's life? His eyes widened as he thought of it, that if his dad hadn't.... And now his dad might be.....

"Is she okay?" It sounded like Elmer was crying. Did that mean he hadn't got it out in time or.... Louis closed his eyes, pain at the thought that something might have happened to Lona washing over him. What had he been thinking? The voice in the back of his head was starting again too, taunting him. 'Couldn't save the woman you loved. Why were you fool enough to believe that you could save the woman your son loved?'

"She's fine." Elmer said gently. "You just need to stay still now,
okay? Please, just stay still right now." There was a way to fix this.
There had to be a way to fix this. His mind ran frantically back over his medical classes, searching for something, anything, that he could do.
'He's going to die.' he heard the familiar little voice whisper. 'He's going to die because your an idiot. If your brother was here....'

'Been hearing that little voice in your head long?' Antubis asked.
And the human had issues with a talking anteater when he was hearing voices?

"Is someone there?" Louis asked at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Help, please let help finally be there for them. He wouldn't rest easily until he was sure that Lona had been tended and....

"Just proof I'm loosing it." Elmer muttered with a shake of his head. "You just stay really still right now, okay, Dad? It's going to be fine." Wasn't there something, some sort of vitamin, that was supposed to help with bleeding? He was almost sure that there was but which one and where would he find it down here?

Louis was quiet for a moment. Why was Elmer.... Suddenly, he recalled the burning in his arm when he had fallen, landing on top of whatever that thing was. "Warfarin? It was warfarin, wasn't it?" He asked slowly, realizing what must have happened. "Lona.... You're sure that she...." Fear washed over him as he thought of what might have happened. If ANY of that drug had gotten to her, Louis knew it would be almost certainly fatal considering her injuries.

"She's fine, Dad. You got the IV out in time." Elmer said gently.
He knew he needed to get his emotions under control, needed to stop crying and do something to fix this but.... "You just stay still right now, okay?
I'm going to have this fixed in just a few minutes." K, he thought it was vitamin K that he needed but where.... Hook's Kingdom, maybe? He seemed that have just about everything down there, after all. Surely he would have the medicine that his dad needed. "Just stay still. You're going to be fine. I promise. You're going to be fine."

Louis slowly shook his head as it sank in what had happened. He reached out, fumbling before snagging his son's hand in fingers that were rapidly growing numb. The only thing about this that he regretted was that he wouldn't be able to see Elmer one last time before he went.