Phelan was by Demitrique's side in a second, along with Anastasia and Austin, who were already there. "Fawn, get the anesthetic", he said clearly, and she was up and down the stairs with his box of medicines, surgical tools, etc in less than a minute. Handing it to him, she moved out of the way, biting down hard on her bottom lip in aching concern. Phelan pulled out the anesthetic and sterilised a needle as quickly as he possibly could, placing a hand on Demitrique's arm. He plunged the needle down between his fingers and through her skin, knowing it should take effect soon. Austin was still grasping her hand tightly, caressing her face as he tried to comfort her.