[Closed] Unknown Colony

[chatwithdeath]

Who: chatwithdeath, fbilittleguy , and later, drcr_s01
What: Someone else has the virus, but there's a solution
When: Evening to Midnight Friday
Where: Room 6-5a, later the OR
Warnings: Angst, pissed off examiner, and surgery

Comments

[fbilittleguy]

Naomi?!

[She couldn't have come at a worse time - Naomi would catch him bent on all fours on the floor, both hands clamped desperately over his mouth as he tried to prevent more of his blood from his mouth and eyes from seeping into the bucket below. Shit! This wasn't good...!]

Don't come in! I'll... I'll come see you later, I promise! I'm changing!

[He's terrified that the shakiness of his croaky voice will blow his cover completely...]

[chatwithdeath]

Don't tell me that. You know how hard it was to get out of the hospital?

[She frowned. Something sounded off... still, she would let him have the benefit of the doubt a little longer]

Change faster before I kick the door.

M-Miss, please d-don't...

[fbilittleguy]

[...Let's see. There was about a pint of blood in the bucket, and about a quarter pint around it. Now, how long would it take Little Guy to mop up the quarter pint on the floor and hide the bucket in a place where Naomi couldn't see or smell it?

About half the time it would take him to clean up his face and get changed into unbloodied clothes.]

...Y-Yeah... J-Just ugh... ...Wait.

[He struggles to his knees to grab a new jacket from the closet - but doesn't make it far. He stumbles exhaustedly over the side of a table, falling to the floor. And now, he doesn't move.]

[chatwithdeath]

[... Okay, that didn't sound good. She sighed]

Are you going to--?

S-Sorry!

[Naomi blinked. Why did the door have to apologize? It wasn't like it had done any-- holy...! She knelt down next to Little Guy, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ugh, the room reeked of blood... the carpet was stained and... a bucket? Dammit! Really?!]

Little Guy! Hey! Say something!

[fbilittleguy]

D-Damn it... I told the damn door... not to...

[But before he can continue, he's vomiting up more blood - his body convulsing violently, powerless to fight it.]

Urk... I'm sorry, this... It just... came out of nowhere...

[A lie - but he hoped she believed it.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Oh yea, you wish. She's seething]

Like hell it came out of nowhere! Convulsions... It's progressed this far...

[Her hand remains on his shoulder while she turns on her Guide. Obviously, calling the hospital. The doctors are raising a fuss when they realize it's her]

No time! I need a stretcher to room 6-5a! Quickly...! [She wants to add something, but not the time to be pressing threats]

[fbilittleguy]

H-Hey, Naomi, calm down, this ain't so bad...

[The loss of blood is making him woozy and incoherent now that he no longer needs to keep up the strong facade. Help is on the way..]

See? You're all better. I told you you'd recover, huh? Heh...

[chatwithdeath]

I'm currently the host, Little Guy. It won't kill me that quickly...

[She pushes him onto his side, frowning]

... How long have you been sick?

[fbilittleguy]

[He lays on his back tiredly, feeble and unmoving, like a beached whale.]

Since awhile after you...

[chatwithdeath]

Of course... you were the first exposed.

[Still alive somehow too... Heh, guess having some knowledge in virology helped. It sounded like people (or aliens) were approaching]

Hang on, Little Guy.

[fbilittleguy]

Yeah... yeah.

[He weakly fumbled for her hand and took a deep breath, fighting the urge to be sick again.]

You don't have to worry about me. I got this...

[He felt like he was about to pass out...]

[chatwithdeath]

... You idiot.

[She took hold of his hand, giving it a light squeeze. The door opens and the aliens come in with the stretcher wearing hazmat suits.]

[fbilittleguy]

[Michael smiles at her, hardly believing his luck. He just had to get sick for her to like him, it was so easy! He really should have tried it before.

But for a second, in all seriousness, he looks Naomi dead in the eyes.]

If anything happens, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault, I knew what I was doing.

[Now his goofy smile returns, and he lets go of her hand.]

See ya later..

[And with that he relaxes and allows himself to be lifted into the stretcher. What they could do at this point, the agent didn't know. He calmly accepted his fate and drifted into sleep.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Naomi stood up, watching as her agent was taken away. Yes, her agent. Three years stuck like this after all; she practically had him around her finger.]

Like I'll allow something to happen... You should know me by now.

[Two aliens stayed behind to escort her. She sighed]

Start running tests on him and prepare an OR just in case. Also... don't think I'm going along quietly. I have a call to make and a bargain for you...