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Thread: Treatment for Vampire Wounds?

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    Default Treatment for Vampire Wounds?

    Okay sorry moderators with the impending release of Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter I could not resist. Though I am trying to imagine what such wounds would have registered on an average surgeons journal and expected treatment?
    1st LT Brian Schwatka
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    Attached 3RD US Regular Infantry Co K(Reenacted)
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    I'd suggest starting research here, in Varney the Vampire or the Feast of Blood, serialized in 1845 and then published in book form in 1847, available online:

    Here is how the doctor examines the wound:

    In a few moments the medical man was in the room, and he at once approached the bedside to speak to Flora, upon whose pale countenance he looked with evident interest, while at the same time it seemed mingled with a painful feeling -- at least so his own face indicated.

    "Well, Miss Bannerworth," he said, "what is all this I hear about an ugly dream you have had?"

    "A dream?" said Flora, as she fixed her beautiful eyes on his face.

    "Yes, as I understand."

    She shuddered and was silent.

    "Was it not a dream, then?" added Mr. Chillingworth [the doctor].

    She wrung her hands, and in a voice of extreme anguish and pathos, said, -- "Would it were a dream -- would it were a dream! Oh, if any one could but convince me it was a dream!"

    "Well, will you tell me what it was?"

    "Yes, sir, it was a vampyre."

    Mr. Chillingworth glanced at Henry, as he said, in reply to Flora's words, -- "I suppose that is, after all, another name, Flora, for the nightmare?"

    "No -- no -- no!"

    "Do you really, then, persist in believing anything so absurd, Miss Bannerworth?"

    "What can I say to the evidence of my own senses?" she replied. "I saw it, Henry saw it, George saw, Mr. Marchdale, my mother -- all saw it. We could not all be at the same time the victims of the same delusion."

    "How faintly you speak."

    "I am very faint and ill."

    "Indeed. What wound is that on your neck?"

    A wild expression came over the face of Flora; a spasmodic action of the muscles, accompanied with a shuddering, as if a sudden chill had come over the whole mass of blood took place, and she said, -- "It is the mark left by the teeth of the vampyre."

    The smile was a forced one upon the face of Mr. Chillingworth.

    "Draw up the blind of the window, Mr. Henry," he said, "and let me examine this puncture to which your sister attaches so extraordinary a meaning."

    The blind was drawn up, and a strong light was thrown into the room. For full two minutes Mr. Chillingworth attentively examined the two small wounds in the neck of Flora. He took a powerful magnifying glass from his pocket, and looked at them through it, and after his examination was concluded, he said, -- "They are very trifling wounds, indeed."

    "But how inflicted?" said Henry.

    "By some insect, I should say, which probably -- it being the season for many insects -- has flown in at the window."

    "I know the motive," said Flora, "which prompts all these suggestions: it is a kind one, and I ought to be the last to quarrel with it; but what I have seen, nothing can make me believe I saw not, unless I am, as once or twice I have thought myself, really mad.''

    "How do you now feel in general health?"

    "Far from well; and a strange drowsiness at times creeps over me. Even now I feel it."

    She sunk back on the pillows as she spoke, and closed her eyes with a deep sigh.

    Mr. Chillingworth beckoned Henry to come with him from the room, but the latter had promised that he would remain with Flora; and as Mrs. Bannerworth had left the chamber because she was unable to control her feelings, he rang the bell, and requested that his mother would come.

    She did so, and then Henry went down stairs along with the medical man, whose opinion he was certainly eager to be now made acquainted with.

    As soon as they were alone in the old-fashioned room which was called the oak closet, Henry turned to Mr. Chillingworth, and said, -- "What, now, is your candid opinion, sir? You have seen my sister, and those strange indubitable evidences of something wrong."

    "I have; and to tell you candidly the truth, Mr. Henry, I am sorely perplexed."

    "I thought you would be."

    "It is not often that a medical man likes to say so much, nor is it, indeed, often prudent that he should do so, but in this case I own I am much puzzled. It is contrary to all my notions upon all such subjects."

    "Those wounds, what do you think of them?"

    "I know not what to think. I am completely puzzled as regards them."

    "But, but do they not really bear the appearance of being bites?"

    "They really do."

    "And so far, then, they are actually in favour of the dreadful supposition which poor Flora entertains."

    "So far they certainly are. I have no doubt in the world of their being bites; but we must not jump to a conclusion that the teeth which inflicted them were human. It is a strange case, and one which I feel assured must give you all much uneasiness, as, indeed, it gave me; but, as I said before, I will not let my judgment give in to the fearful and degrading superstition which all the circumstances connected with this strange story would seem to justify."

    "It is a degrading superstition."

    "To my mind your sister seems to be labouring under the effect of some narcotic."


    "Yes; unless she really has lost a quantity of blood, which loss has decreased the heart's action sufficiently to produce the languor under which she now evidently labours."

    "Oh, that I could believe the former supposition, but I am confident she has taken no narcotic; she could not even do so by mistake, for there is no drug of the sort in the house. Besides, she is not heedless by any means. I am quite convinced that she has not done so."

    "Then I am fairly puzzled, my young friend, and I can only say that I would freely have given half of what I am worth to see that figure you saw last night."

    Hank Trent

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    How is it that I am not surprised something like this came up. (SMH) I am locking this now for fear where this can go.
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