"Couldn't you have sugar coated that at least a little bit for him Doc?"

"Oh, but zhe truth is so fascinating! Zhere are less zhan two hundred thousand cases of Septic shock in zhe US, and I don't even know vhat zhe number is for Brighton!"

Chase shook his head at the enthusiastic German doctor before glancing over at the patient lying in the hospital bed they were standing by, shooting them a comforting smile.

The patient was a twenty-nine year old Irish male with fluffy brown hair and pale skin, making his sapphire blue eyes pop.

"What'd you say your name was again?" Chase asked politely, the patient shifting uncomfortably under Chase's gaze.

"Seán McLoughlin, but I prefer to go by Jack." The patient answered, his voice tinged with fear as he looked between Chase and the German.

"Don't mind Schneep, he just gets a little over excited sometimes." Chase assured Seán, glaring at the doctor.

"Right right, sorry. Do not vorry, zhe good doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien vill take good care of you." Schneep promised Seán, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"What the hell is going on? I don't even know what Septic shock is!" Seán blurted, Schneep smiling patiently as he removed his hand.

"It is an infection mainly seen in older people's respiratory systems-"

"Hey, I'm not that old!" Seán interrupted defensively, Chase biting his lower lip to keep from laughing while a ghost of a smile graced Schneep's lips.

"Zhat is not always zhe case however. Now, since you have just been diagnosed, some of zhe symptoms you might have include fevers, confusion, chills, anxiety, difficulty breathing, nausea, and vomiting." Schneep listed off, Seán's face paling with each word.

"I just came in for a fucking checkup." Seán murmured under his breath.

"And it's a good thing that you came in, otherwise we wouldn't of detected it until too late." Chase replied.

"Tell me the truth. Am I going to die?" Seán questioned Schneep, his expression grim as Schneep let out a sigh.

"It travels quickly, and zhe average mortality rate for Septic shock is forty percent." Schneep stated, Seán's head falling back onto the pillow.

"You just have to stay positive, I von't let you die." Schneep told Seán, his blue eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"What's the treatment anyway?" Seán sighed wearily as he rubbed his face with his hands, Chase and Schneep exchanging a look.

"Zhere isn't much ve can do for you other zhan have you take some antibiotics." Schneep admitted, Seán letting out a long breath as he closed his eyes.

"Doc, he's burning up." Chase muttered worriedly as he pressed the back of his hand to Seán's forehead, the Irishman slipping into unconsciousness.

"And so the fun begins." Schneep mused as walked out of the room to gather the supplies needed for treatment, Chase pausing in the doorway to look back at Seán before he followed after the German.

"Do you seriously think you can save him?" Chase whispered to Schneep as he helped the German grab some bottles of antibiotics.

"I don't know." Schneep confessed as they walked back towards Jack's room, the Irishman still asleep when they returned.

The pair stayed at the hospital for hours to make sure Seán's condition was stable, the Irishman occasionally waking up to eat or take his antibiotics before falling back asleep while Chase fell asleep in a chair next to Seán's bed.

"Chase, it's one in zhe morning, you need rest mein friend." Schneep told Chase gently as he lightly nudged his shoulder, the male groggily opening his eyes to look at the doctor.

"What about you Doc?" Chase countered with a yawn, Schneep wordlessly retrieving a syringe filled with a green liquid out of his pocket.

"No way, you can't use that serum on him." Chase argued, instantly alert as he shot to his feet.

"Vhat other choice do ve have? I promised him zhat he vould not die!" Schneep shot back in a hiss, Chase shaking his head.

"Remember the last time you tried using that antiseptic serum?" Chase reminded him, Schneep flinching as a wave of painful memories crashed over him.

"How could I forget? I changed zhe formula, I am certain zhat it vill vork." Schneep declared confidently.

"And if it doesn't?" Chase replied softly, Schneep bowing his head to avoid Chase's gaze.

"Zhen I vill lose my liscense, and I could no longer pay you to be my assistant." Schneep explained, swallowing hard past the lump in his throat.

"Don't use the serum Doc. There's a sixty percent chance that he'll live with regular treatment, you just have to trust that he'll get through without it." Chase begged.

"Alright alright, I vill not use zhe serum yet. However, if regular treatment does not vork..." Schneep trailed off as he stuck the syringe back into his pocket.

"C'mon, let's get some sleep." Chase advised, walking with Schneep out of the hospital before going to his own car.

"Ah, garbage sweet garbage!" Chase exclaimed as he arrived home to an empty house in desperate need of cleaning, finding his favorite bottle of alcohol and chugging its contents in the kitchen while looking at a picture of his kids before passing out in bed.

"I have to save Jack," Schneep decided as he arrived home and sat on the side of his bed, carefully examining the syringe in his hand.

"Or else I don't deserve to be a doctor."

Seán woke up from his sleep to find himself lying in a hospital bed, unable to remember how he had gotten there as he sat up and looked around.

"Hello?" Seán called out tentatively, starting to get out of bed until he realized that it was getting harder for him to breath.

"You better hope that the Septic shock kills you Jackaboy, or you won't ever get to live a normal life again."

Seán looked around for the source of the voice as black spots peppered his vision, the Irishman struggling to find his antibiotics.

"Sweet dreams Jackaboy, for they may be the last ones you have." The voice chuckled as the shadow of a figure appeared in the doorway of Seán's room, the Irishman slipping into unconsciousness once more.