CHAPTER 2: TRIAGE
An ambulance was slowly driving down a dirt road rendezvous point. The windows were open as the evening air was mild and pleasant. The EMT’s stopped when they heard the approaching helicopter. Parking the ambulance, the three men donned personal protective equipment and quietly walked toward the landing zone. They patiently waited for the helicopter to land. When the engines shut down the men entered the landing zone and stood by while the figure was off loaded. While walking toward the ambulance, the men were briefed about the events, the rescue, and how someone who was alive could smell so bad. Little else was discussed as each reflected on the unknown man, the unique events of his discovery, and the items found during his rescue. Once the Sked was in the ambulance, the extraction team returned to the helicopter and it quickly left the area.
The still form was quickly re-evaluated for any external injuries, open wounds, or bleeding. Other than being encased in what appeared to be a thick cocoon of filth, nothing was found. On the way to the hospital, sensors were attached to him in order to monitor his vitals. Because of his condition and fear of introducing infection, it was decided not to begin an IV drip. His sedation was closely monitored. Then the attending EMT noticed his ears.
“I think we may have a hanyou,” he commented to the other two men.
“That could explain some of the odor snickered one of the men up front.”
After a moment’s pause, the driver picked up the radio and contacted the dispatcher. After a brief conversation, the ambulance changed direction. Some hours later, it arrived at a secluded clinic.
The EMTs briefed the triage team about the circumstances, discoveries, and condition of the patient. A careful examination was again conducted. It was decided to clean the unconscious patient in the autopsy room as a preventative measure against any chance of introducing unknown contaminates into the environment. He was placed on an autopsy table. The exhaust fans were turned on in order to capture any odors or debris that would float about the room. Ultraviolet light was turned on as a preventative measure to reduce potential contamination by killing a broad spectrum of potentially dangerous bacteria, mold, and viruses that may be present. A forensic technician collected samples of the filth covering him. Finally, a nurse gently cleaned his body and hair. Throughout the entire process, he was photographed. Any newly identified or additional samples were taken and catalogued. His appearance was striking: physically handsome, the waist length silver hair and dog-like ears complimented his remarkable looks.
He was moved to a pleasant isolation room offering a view of meadows giving way to a dense forest, and in the distance were mountains whose shining glaciered peaks stabbed at the moonlit sky. After being dressed in hospital pajamas and restrained, blood was drawn, hair, DNA, skin, urine, fecal, and saliva samples were taken. An IV drip was started. He was then given a fourth, more exhaustive, examination. While his body appeared to be uninjured, the doctor ordered a series of X-rays and an MRI to rule out possible hidden fractures, brain injury, or deep soft tissue damage. New sensors were attached to monitor his vitals and brain wave patterns. The clothing and old sword wrapped within them was placed by his side until they could be examined later.
The medical staff left him to rest. Only a charge nurse was there to watch over him and monitor his vitals. His sleep was dreamless. Gradually, as the sedation began to wear off his horrors returned.
“…w…we…we…w..ill…will…we will…f…fi…find…we will find…y…you…” a voice softly whispered.
The charge nurse heard a loud metallic clang. Going over to investigate, she saw the old sword had fallen to the floor. She noticed his restlessness and called the doctor and in the event they were needed, some orderlies. His restlessness gave way to agitation. He was struggling against his restraints as the medical staff entered his room. He was beginning to regain consciousness. He managed to set up. The doctor started to inject a sedative into the IV line, when the hanyou opened his eyes. Everyone froze. His eyes were red with blue irises. At the same time, his claws were beginning to resemble talons and purple clan markings were appearing on his cheeks. His ears shuddered and his nose twitched in a desperate effort to make some sense of the surroundings. His expression was one of primal rage, confusion and violence. His struggles broke the tableau and the sedative was quickly completed. The orderlies held him in place. As the medication started to take effect, he managed to scream one word repeatedly and then silence. The hanyou’s eyes rolled back into his head, his ears sagged and the clan markings slowly disappeared as he sank into a dreamless sleep.
The doctor turned and asked, “What did he say?”
One of the orderlies responded, “I am not sure, but I think he spoke Japanese.”