One of the things that most medical interns fantasized about, when they had time to fantasize, was about just that:  having a lot of free time. Michael had been the exception, for the most part. He'd buried himself in his work as a distraction from grief over the loss of his wife.

After a few days in the village with nothing at all to do, though, Michael had been surprised to find himself not thinking very much about Samantha after all. It was something that he'd likely feel guilty about when he was less distracted. Whoever did the room decorating for the hotel didn't seem to think it was important, though. Amongst the very familiar clothing and personal effects in his room, Michael had found pictures of his parents, but none of his late spouse.

Whatever that actually meant, Michael was having trouble thinking of much beyond his own new physical condition. First and foremost was the reality that he was now a carrier for a potential fatal disease.

Consider yourself lucky. most humans die within an hour of being bitten by an immortal - the viruses we transmit are deadly.

Michael was well-versed in the protocols for dealing with HIV patients, for example, but if Selene was correct, his blood was swarming with one of the most deadly diseases ever known - two of them, in fact.

Selene had been equally certain that no human had ever survived a bite from both species, though, and Michael had done exactly that. For all he knew, his blood wouldn't infect anyone.

He couldn't take the chance, of course. The clinic had taken him seriously, taking blood samples and agreeing to run extensive lab tests. It had likely helped that Michael had been able to back up his claim of being an intern in his conversations with the staff. The facilities were more advanced that he would have expected, given the size of the town. Until he had more answers, Michael had to assume that the same disease risk vectors for HIV applied to him and act accordingly.

Michael had already received an answer to a rather delicate question:  sustenance.  He had found only bags of blood in the refrigerator in his room. After trying to eat a sandwich, Michael had gotten the message loud and clear:  he could only ingest blood now. After a few normal-seeming bites, his body had rejected it violently. Even worse, the attempt triggered some instinctive reaction, causing Michael to transform again. Thankfully, he'd thought to bring the sandwich back to his room, rather than trying the experiment in the hotel restaurant.

It wasn't all bad, at least. Even in human form, Michael could tell that his strength, coordination, and stamina had been substantially increased. The flashes of memories he'd gained from Lucian after the Lycan had bitten him were apparently gone. He didn't know about silver, but sunlight at least had no ill effect on him. The full moon was another question. Michael still remembered the panic he'd felt as the sight of the moon forced the agonizing Lycan change onto his body - ribs separating as his body expanded. Only being drugged by his abductors prevented the transformation - certainly Michael had been powerless to stop it, himself.

He was, apparently, immortal.

Michael had spent the earlier part of the day running through the woods. It had been exhilarating, moving quickly and surely through the trees. It had also been proof if any were needed that a person couldn't just run away, Michael ending up in the middle of town several times.

Giving up on escape for the time being, he'd decided to spent some time just walking through town and seeing where things were. He had time, after all.

[ooc:  Find him walking along the street and checking things out.]