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Beatrice gave him a calm smile.
"Calm down Finn," she insisted, "I'm sure he'll be fine."
She stood up and led him in the kitchen.
"I think Irena is sick, like actually sick." She whispered "Do you agree, she looks a bit…well, she looks like shit."
"Yeah, yeah, he'll be fine… he's just really whiny when he doesn't feel good." Finn sighed and followed Beatrice into the kitchen when she led him. He looked over his shoulder at the question as though he expected Irena to hear him speak. "Yeah… Teagan isn't sick, but she probably is."
Beatrice frowned, a line appearing between her chestnut brown eyebrows.
"I mean should we keep them both in the same room?" She asked "I don't know if we should because then she might get Teagan sick."
She checked on Irena through the doorway before leaning her head back in and leaning close to Finn. "I could quarantine her in my room if we have too." She told him.
"Mm… true. We could also move Teagan. I can carry him somewhere. He definitely shouldn't get sick if he's already fighting an infection…" Finn sighed softly. "But Irena should be in her own room. She'll be more comfortable there, and we wouldn't want to contaminate your stuff. Teagan isn't contagious, so he wouldn't get you sick or anything."
Beatrice nodded quickly.
"So Irena in her room, Teagan in mine, and I guess we'll have to sleep in the guest bedroom until they're both better." She said tiredly. "Man, this is not what I was expecting today to be like."
"Yeah, me either… I guess we should get to moving them." Finn sighed. "I'll get Teagan to your room. You try to convince Irena to go back to bed. Sound good?" He asked before heading off back upstairs. He went to Irena's room and picked up Teagan, who was still out cold, and carried him to Beatrice's room. He couldn't help but glance around a bit when he went in.
Beatrice went into the living room, helping Irena up as she moaned and tried to resist, but Beatrice kept a firm grip on her as she slowly led her up the stairs, eventually getting her into her room and into her bed, Beatrice pressed the pack of her hand against Irena's forehead and pulled her comforter over her a little and cracking the window to let in the breeze. She exited and shut the door, waiting for Finn to come out of the guest room.
Once Teagan was settled, Finn left Beatrice's room and jumped a bit to find her standing nearby. "Oh, hey. How's she doing?" He asked, coming closer. "Teagan is still out cold. He might sleep for a while, if we're lucky. He's not awful when he doesn't feel well, but he can get kinda clingy and annoying…"
Beatrice nodded understandingly.
"Irena's asleep too, but I made her take 'nasty ass medicine' before she fell back asleep." She told him, swiping a hand across her eyes. "But she should sleep for a while at least, one of the side effects for the medicine I gave her is it makes you sleepy."
She began walking down the stairs, her hand gripping the wooden banister and finally she settled on the downstairs couch.
Finn nodded, listening closely and then following Beatrice downstairs. "Well, hopefully they'll both chill and get better quickly. I'm not too worried about Teagan in that regard. Werewolves have expedited healing abilities, after all." He yawned as he flopped down on the couch. "At least the werewolf thing isn't all bad, yeah?"
"So how long do you think it'll take him to heal this time?" Beatrice asked and pulled her knees up to her chin.
"Eh, couple days tops." Finn shrugged. "He should be functional by tomorrow. Maybe a low grade fever, but as long as we treat him now, he should be fine. Speaking of, we should probably do that…"
Beatrice nodded and smiled.
"That's good, Irena might take a bit longer than that though," she told him.
"Yeah. Where's your first aid stuff?" Finn asked, getting up. "Teagan will only get worse if we don't do something about his wound."
Beatrice nodded once and stood up.
"In the bathroom medicine cabinet in the upstairs bathroom, the bathroom that's not connected to anyone's bedroom on the far right of the hallway." She told him as she began to lead him to it, she rummaged in the medicine cabinet once in the bathroom and grabbed Antiseptic wipes, ointment and some bandages and even a bandage for wrapping wounds, she handed it to Finn.
"Here," she said "I think he'll be more comfortable if you do it."
"Alright…" Finn followed Beatrice upstairs and got the first aid equipment from her before heading to where Teagan was still sleeping. He carefully pulled off his brother's hoodie and knelt beside him on the bed. The wound looked pretty deep, and was evidently either a bite or claw mark from the other wolf. Finn sighed and carefully started cleaning the wound, which made Teagan flinch in his sleep, but not quite wake up. Finn moved quickly and managed to get Teagan bandaged up without too much trouble.
Beatrice waited inside the doorway, watching and closed the door after Finn left, she followed him down the stairs.
"We have to sleep in the guest bedroom, my dad'll throw a fit if he sees us on the couch." She told him tiredly.
"Well, it's still daytime, so we won't have to worry about that until later." Finn shrugged, looking over his shoulder at Teagan before he headed out of the room. "What do you want to do for now?"
Beatrice rubbed a hand across her face.
"I think we should just stay in today, so we can keep an eye on Irena and Teagan." She told him in a gravelly voice. "Maybe just watch TV, hang out."
"Yeah, that's fine with me. What do you want to watch? We could always do that movie from last night again since I feel asleep." Finn laughed sheepishly.
Beatrice shrugged and draped herself across the left side of the love seat.
"I mean, okay, sure." She said picking up the remote and clicking through the Roku until she got to HBO Max, searching for The Black Phone, where she brought it up and waited, not playing it yet.
Finn got some more popcorn and then headed over to sit beside Beatrice on the couch. He figured he should be able to make it through the movie without any trouble this time since he'd actually gotten some sleep. "Ready whenever you are."
Beatrice pressed play and brought her legs up, tucking them up and close to the front of her body. She rested her chin on her knees and paid attention, although she had already seen the movie, she liked it, so she was more than glad to see it again.
Finn paid close attention since he'd missed most of the movie, now realizing just how much he'd been asleep for. He idly ate popcorn as he watched, and although he didn't seem particularly scared by the movie, he did enjoy it.
Beatrice stretched out halfway through the movie, lazily letting her leg touch Finn's. She didn't feel a shock in her chest like usual and she briefly wondered if maybe she still loved him romantically, then decided that she must still love him but it didn't make her feels the way it used to because she was used to living with it.
She also grabbed popcorn out of the bowl as she watched the movie, careful not to hit Finn's hand with her own, too often.
Finn, however, did get a slight jolt in his chest that he attributed to being startled by the sudden touch rather than any actual feelings. Either way, he didn't appear any different than usual, simply yawning and continuing to watch the movie. Soon after it ended, he heard whining from upstairs and presumed that Teagan must have finally woken up.
Beatrice looked at the stairs and then back to Finn.
"I can go up, if you want to stay down here," she suggested, standing up after uncurling herself.
"If you want to deal with Teagan's whining, be my guest." Finn shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. "He's kinda pathetic when he feels bad."
Beatrice smiled down at him and then disappeared up the stairs quietly, her steps muffled because of the carpet on the staircase.
She quietly opened her bedroom door and stepped into the dark, where the only light was the slightest bit of sunlight streaming through the not fully closed curtains.
"Hi Teagan," she said, turning to her bed. "What do you need?"
Teagan whined softly when Beatrice came into the room, curling in on himself. Like Finn had said, he looked pretty pitiful. His hair was disheveled and he was flushed with fever, and he generally just looked like he didn't feel well. "I need to die, I think…" He mumbled in reply.