Patient Zero Plot

[etcircenses]

[OOC: patients, post a subthread and one of the doctor characters will be with you shortly. Feel free to specify if you want one in particular.]

In a city as monitored as the Capitol, that a mystery disease was going around didn't escape notice for more than a few days. That both Victory Hannibal and Chris Traeger such a production of their 'impending death of the plague' didn't help it stay under wraps, either.

As such, a clinic of sorts has been set up inside the Tribute Center. Tributes, Mentors and anyone else associated with the Games are taken aside at random and given check-ups. Avoxes are given lists of prescriptions to help any sufferers alleviate symptoms, and the doctors and scientists on staff (recruited by Peacekeeping Headquarters right now) are given relatively free reign to take whatever tests they need to find the name of the illness and kill it.

Currently, it is staffed by Penny, Wesker and Zoidberg.

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[burnedbrighter]

Her slender fingers unfolded obediently and just like that the pressure in her arm was gone and he was holding gauze onto it.

"You almost seem to be enjoying this." She observed through the haze of her own misery. "Is it the mystery? The challenge of something new you can overcome?" Her eyes scanned his face seeking out whatever information she could gleam before slipping back into her state of hallucinations and discomfort.

[president_evil]

"I can't simply want to help?" Wesker murmured in reply, that soft, silken purr as he shifted and tossed the needle into the medical waste bin by the exam table.

His tongue clucked against his teeth, the strange serpentine eyes turned back to meet hers, the blond head tipping.

"I'm hurt, Azula."

He reached for a swab, popping the plastic cover open with one hand, pushing the cotton head foward - the other hand reached for her, taking hold of her jaw.

"Open."

[burnedbrighter]

She pouted and gave him a very dry look, finding it impossible to imagine him being so senselessly charitable without a reward.

Opening her mouth left her no room to comment and she waited patiently with her tongue flattened at the bottom of her mouth.

[president_evil]

His grip was firm, a silent command to be still and booking no argument about it.

"Wider," he said, moving as soon as she did so, slipping the long swab into her mouth and down against the back of her throat. He stroked and pulled back in one smooth movement, stepping away as he pushed the plastic cover back over the head of the swab to avoid any coughing or gagging fits the action might have caused.

"There's a good girl."

[burnedbrighter]

There were both coughing and gagging as he withdrew from her, but she regained her composure quickly wiping a tear from her eye. As he called her a good girl though her face burned crimson and she stiffened like a stone.

Oooo~ Zula you're his good girl now? I thought you were mine. Are you just anybodies good girl while I'm off dying?

A muscle spasm saved her further humiliation as she winced and hissed and clutched at her thigh which had suddenly decided to go so tight she was sure something was going to tear.

[president_evil]

He gathered up the blood samples and the throat swab, either not recognizing her discomfort and not caring.

Or both.

"If there's anything to be learned from the tests, we'll know soon enough," he told her as he walked back to the desk, slipping her samples into a plastic tray with her paperwork. "In the meantime, avoid contact with others as much as possible, and try to rest."

He reached for a pad on the desk and his pen.

"Plenty of fluids," he reminded her as he wrote. "And, yes, food."

He looked at her over his lenses. "I will see that you get it intravenously, if I find out you're not."

[burnedbrighter]

Rising to her feet she tried to salvage what was left of her composure.

"Your bedside manner could use some work." She complained "At least I know your talents make up for your short comings in that respect."

She had not felt fear in a very long time and yet this man here had ignited a flame of it deep in her chest. It was almost enough to make forget about her illness...almost.

[president_evil]

"Consider it motivation," Wesker replied without missing a beat. "Do as you're told, or we'll have to do this again."

He tore off the top sheet of his pad and held it out to her - perhaps the first and only legible prescription in the history of medicine.

"This will ease your discomfort and should help you rest. If there's any change in your symptoms or your conditions worsen, be sure to inform myself or one of the other residents."

[burnedbrighter]

She accepted the paper, far too exhausted and overheated (For a number of reasons) to argue with him further.

"I'll thank you when I feel like myself again."

She prayed for that day. She had lost herself, and found herself. To lose herself again due to disease would be a humiliating way to die.

"For now I'll appreciate your dedication to science."

[president_evil]

"I look forward to it," he drawled, standing again and peeling off his gloves with a snap of latex.

Tossing the gloves in the shining silver can by the desk, he picked up the tray of samples and led the way to the door, pulling it open and ushering her through.

"Put these with the others," he told the nearby Avox, Azula already all but forgotten as he called for his next patient.