16 hours post-bite

The clock is ticking for Mauricio. 
In exactly 32 hours,

it'll be too late.
I've gotta get to him with this:

Your basic werewolf intervention kit.
Sydney: What's that?
Louis: You wouldn't understand.

Why?
Because it's an anti-lycanthropy first aid intervention kit.

That's why.
Really? I love those!

Right.
No, really.

See? Half-vamp. Yep.

Very anti-lychan. Let's see what you got.

Don't, don't touch.

??? silver, good.

Silver thread, good. Sterile bandages.

Wait, where's the wolfsbane?

That's just a myth.
No, it's not. It's a very well known lycanthropy inhibitor.

Everyone knows that.
Are you making fun of me?

Are you making fun of me?
No.

Well, not yet.
Louis: Look, I don't have time for this, alright.

Mauricio, open up, I can see you.

Sydney: May I?
Louis: What are you gonna do about it.

Sydney: Trust me.
One,

two, three, four.

Sydney: That should do it.
Louis: Do what?
Sydney: Just wait.

What do you want?

Louis: See that? that's a werewolf. Mauricio, you need help.
Mauricio: No, you need help, Louis.

Mauricio: Can I have my phone back?

Louis: No, not until you let me treat that bite.
Mauricio: What bite? I told you, there is no bite. Look at my hand, see?

Note, subject's hand is super healed due to 
stage one lycanthropic mutagens received

directly to-
Mauricio: Louis

Stop messing around, and give me my phone.
Louis: I can't do that, you're in grave danger.

You have 31 hours.
Mauricio: Louis, give me my phone.

Go home, Louis. 
I'm done playing your dumb game.

You see that? Were-rage.
Sydney: Definitely.