“Yes, I would appreciate both Carlos.” Flug sighed. “Talk about immature…”
“What, uh… what level of contamination are we talking here? Blue? Red? Or black?” Black being the most dangerous, of course – even more dangerous than Red, the scientifically most dangerous color.
Flug is cleaning his entire room. Throwing out everything, blankets, tolietries, soaps, his pillows, a new shower mat, the showerhead, and now he’s ripping up the carpet.
All of his furniture is in the hall.
“Uh… you doing okay, buddy? Did you spill something?”
“My room is a virus trap. Demencia sabotaged me with bodily fluids and a number of other disgusting things.”
“Oh – gross! What, uh… You know what, I don’t even want to know. Need some help? I have safety gear.”
Flug is cleaning his entire room. Throwing out everything, blankets, tolietries, soaps, his pillows, a new shower mat, the showerhead, and now he’s ripping up the carpet.
All of his furniture is in the hall.
“Uh… you doing okay, buddy? Did you spill something?”
“Oh good… that is very good to hear. You, uh… you scared me, bud. Are there any lingering, um… issues? Your arm didn’t look great and… I mean, are you still healing?”
“…We’re all healing from something, aren’t we?”
“… I meant physically, Dr Flug. Is… is anything broken? Or do you have stitches or… what? Should you be resting?”
“I should be begging for my life and forgiveness.”
“Uh… Why? And that doesn’t answer my question, Doctor…”
“Oh good… that is very good to hear. You, uh… you scared me, bud. Are there any lingering, um… issues? Your arm didn’t look great and… I mean, are you still healing?”
“…We’re all healing from something, aren’t we?”
“… I meant physically, Dr Flug. Is… is anything broken? Or do you have stitches or… what? Should you be resting?”
“Oh good… that is very good to hear. You, uh… you scared me, bud. Are there any lingering, um… issues? Your arm didn’t look great and… I mean, are you still healing?”
“Jesus – what the hell… Flug, I’m going to help you. I’m going to help you, Flug, don’t – don’t move, okay? Hold- hold on!”
“I’m…okay,” he panted. “I…I…will be…”
“Just hang on, bud, I – I’m going to look around for some stuff.” Carlos went to search through the lab, looking for anything that could be of some help to him: Clean towels, chemicals used in first-aid, tape… He got what he could carry and brought it back to Flug’s side. He took one of the towels and looked over Flug’s body. “Where… where are you bleeding from?” There was just so much blood…
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