Fibre Mortem: Rhesus Factor

8

If you've ever been stuck with that annoying person who seems to either sexually joke around or just joke around in general, well, then you've met Nathan. He's charismatic, I'll give him that. Even with him dying and all...

Except...it's been four days and he's yet to move into the coma phase of the virus. In fact, his vitals have all started to stabilize and I'm curious about why that is. So, when I walk into the lab today, I'm ready to draw blood. Literally.

"Doll, did I ever tell you that I'm the one usually doing the sticking" Nathan wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and I feign a shudder.

"You're a pig, Nate." Then I jab with the needle for good measure.

"I like it rough," he winces but still manages to smile and I can't help but smile back. God, why does he have to be so attractive, and dying and contagious? Lord, forgive me.

"Well, aren't you just a little freak then."

I turn and exit the holding area, I try not to be around Nathan as much as possible. It's bad for my health. Mental and physical. He's just bad for me. So why is he like a magnet, pulling me to him every chance possible? I shake my head, these questions are better left unanswered.

I set the vials of blood down carefully, still well aware it's contaminated and I begin preparing the slides for the scope. I need to see what's going on with his blood and why the virus is interacting with him this way.

"Alright, Nate. Lay it out for me. Same questions as before."

"What, we don't get a little foreplay before we dive in? No? Okay," He sighs and stands up, "So far I feel fine, not hot, nor cold. I'm not shaky or feeling week. I'm not craving human flesh. Nor am I sleepy. In fact, I feel superbly rested. Minus my neighbor over here. She's giving me the creeps. Not that she's attracted to me...cause eww, so not my type."

I snort. Leave it to him to make anything and everything about attraction. Including the undead. "Nate, I don't think anyone could possibly be your type."

"You'd be wrong there." His tone is momentarily serious. Which, as we all know, isn't like him. So this causes me to turn, worried maybe he's finally starting to feel something from the virus.

"You okay? What's going on?" I rush over to his holding area. Prepared to at least make him comfortable.

He shakes his head and laughs, obviously, the joke has gone over my head. "Nothing is wrong, Doll."

"Okay," I mumble and make my way back to the microscope. What I see is strange and exciting. Foreign, even to me. It's like the cells, though being attacked, repel the virus cells once impacted. I can't figure it out. This new information will definitely further testing and I prepare for the long day I'm about to have.

"Hey Liv, I thought maybe you'd want breakfast and maybe some coffee," Reese strolls in holding a bagel, onion--which is my favorite, and coffee. My stomach growls loudly in answer and this causes Reese to laugh.

"I guess you got your answer, Ree," I say standing up and hastily take my gloves off. The aroma of the coffee makes me close my eyes and cherish it. It's been awhile since we've had this, it's a tad stale but I'll take it. Caffeine is always welcomed.

"Hey Lover Boy, got anything for me?" Nathan stands up to glass, with mock pleading in his eyes, his smug smirk emanating from his face. It takes everything for me not to roll my eyes. I can see right through this show of manly testosterone. He's goading Reese.

Next to me, Reese stands perfectly still. I can feel his hate rolling off of him in waves and I have to step back, this is the first time I've probably ever seen Reese this way. I've seen him pissed, sometimes because of me, but never like this. This is new territory for me and I don't know how to handle it, so I try and grab his attention.