[OTA] Stubborn To The End

[heliacalrising]

He refused to go to the medical lab.  He honestly was not that ill.  He remained at his desk, typing almost furiously, never halting his pursuit of knowledge.  It was a cold, he mused, or perhaps a flu.  A little pain, a little cough.  It wasn't uncommon for him to work himself into an illness.  Forsaking food and comfort, he moved deeper and

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[arnold_j_rimmer]

There wasn't many times that Rimmer appreciated being dead, but being dead and immune to infections that would turn one into a young woman would be one of those times. Usually he'd even get a bit of joy at the expense of others, but it seemed that not having Lister around and not knowing where Vila was made it so much more difficult to enjoy misery at the hands of others.

But it left him nothing to do. Everyone sick and in quarantine and not many people he wanted to bother with, so he wound up roaming about a bit, and it brought him across the decision to seek out a familiar face since neither of the aforementioned were about. One that he last encountered thoroughly intoxicated.

And now looked no better for the wear, and he wasted no time in coming up beside of him.

"What are you doing out? There's a quarantine on. You should be in your room, or sick bay or... somewhere where you're not looking at a screen."

[(Edited it to make more sense and to kick LJ in the teeth for being a pain in the ass.)]

[heliacalrising]

Sirrus looked up at the strange man. "Rimmer. It has been a while." He did his best to keep his words steady, "I know there is a quarantine. I have not left this place since I heard of it."

He grit his teeth against a wave of pain. "Besides, I am fine. I have work to do."

[arnold_j_rimmer]

"Well, yes... perhaps you have... but then again, I seem to note that you don't look that healthy. And while I've seen about a dozen and a half people aboard this station developing an extraordinarily smashing pair of tits out of nowhere I'm not so convinced it would go with that manly goatee you take such excellent care of."

Not that he should care. He really shouldn't, one way or the other. After all, it was just one man that he'd shared a conversation and drinks with. He should leave him to his discomfort and misery.

...Except at the heart of it discomfort and misery was something no one should be left to, and it wasn't as if Rimmer were in any real danger.

"You really should get to the infirmary. They might have a way to stop this. A whole lot of competent doctors there..."

[heliacalrising]

"Well, I'm sure that I do not need a doctor. I can take care of- wait, what?" Sirrus hadn't heard of the symptoms of the disease. He just knew that there was one. "People are... developing... what?"