Phantasmal Call Prologue redux

Prologue: The Sleeping One

In a dimly lit lab miles under the earths surface a young scath was hard at work on his “crossbows” whist waiting for his patient to awaken. His patient slept in a stasis tube nearby. The patient had been there for weeks in his catatonic state.

The young scath, Reginald Gatto (Regi for short) slid a cleaning brush down the barrel of his prized “crossbow” all the while staring at the sleeping man. Regi wore a very simple outfit for a scientist of his caliber just a dress shirt and some copper pants. His work extra’s included a headband with a magnifying lens attached to it by a small flexible arm and some gloves that were fingerless at the ring fingers and pinky’s. His blond hair was cut short and his eyes held the same shades of green that all pure blood scath did.

Regi’s patient was almost his complete opposite, black hair all the way down his back unruly from the long period of sleep in liquid suspension. He only wore a pair of black pants made of an extremely rare material, dragon hide.

The patient’s right arm was hacked off halfway between the shoulder and were the elbow would have been. The patient’s body was hooked up to an ECG the soft rhythmic beeps the only sound in the room aside from the rhythmic breathing from his oxygen tube.

All at once the ECG began to race out of control and the patient’s breathing became unstable.

“Regi can you not keep him quiet? I can hear him outside.” A rather pissed off looking female scath with long braided hair rubbed her temples angrily.

The cavern they were in was a simple construct really; a naturally formed cavern with two cots, two desks, two chairs, and al the complex medical equipment that kept the alp in the stasis tube alive. The machines themselves were just a telegraph like ECG that made clicks in rhythm to the patients heartbeat and an air tube that was hooked up to a set of automatic bellows.

“Aleit it’s not my fault he’s going berserk. It’s that stupid vampyre magic! God*&$@ mother^#%er!” Regi broke his brush in the barrel of his crossbow as the alp in the stasis tube raked his finger nails across the glass. Angrily Regi threw what he had left of the brush at the stasis tube.

“It’s not my fault that the effects take so long for such a complex reconfiguration. Did you look at the calculations? There are seventy eight layers of barriers placed on the spell. It could take him a century to be completely restored. He shouldn’t even be awake in this condition can you not filter something into the air tube to put him to sleep?” Aleit smashed her fist on her desk.

“No if I mix sleeping gasses into the air tube it could kill him.” Regi sighed setting his crossbow down.

“Why are we helping him again?” Aleit took a white  handkerchief from her pocket and looked at the gold monogram on the corner, the initials “JB”.

“Because he’s… he stopped.” Regi turned to the stasis tube. The alp had indeed stopped moving; his vitals remained stable and he appeared to have gone to sleep. “Let’s take this opportunity to go to bed.”

“Let’s.”  Aleit stripped down to  her undershirt and black dragon hide pants and slipped into her cot. “You take first watch.”

“God*&$it” Regi sighed taking his crossbow up and resumed cleaning it.