Incident Log: 07/21

It's a rare thing, having that blabbermouth finally shut up for a bit. I used to love having those moments to myself, but now they make me uneasy. He hasn't returned to consciousness, and the only noises he makes now are the raspy breaths he takes and the moans of a man in pain. At least the wound in his side is stitching itself together, albeit much more slowly than I'd like.

Log: 07/22

The wound, while mostly scabbed over, is still not pleasant to look at. I'm not sure he can cure himself of disease while he's unconscious, however, so I've been keeping an eye out for any signs of infection. Still unconscious. He's alive, so we got lucky, his body accepted the direct transfusion after all.

07/24

I didn't think it would happen, but he's developed a pretty high fever. 103.7. I need supplies, but we don't have them here. We left them in DC at the old safehouse. No salvageable DNA there anymore, can't teleport. It's been too long.

07/25

Fever is at 104.2. I can't keep dabbing at his forehead with damp cloths and bathing him in lukewarm tubs. He needs real help, or at least real treatment. I'll leave tonight, "accidentally" cut my hand and get a little behind the counter at the local CVS. It's not like I have a lot of choices.