Mizerach Castle

Infections

When Qui woke up the next morning at 7:30, she grabbed her instrument and ran downstairs to the courtroom. The others watched from on top of the small stage the throne sat on.
"Good morning, Lady Qui! And what will today's song be?" The king asked.
"I don't mind. Do you have a request?" Zamista spoke first.
"Can you play Phantom of the Opera? Barbaka likes that a lot." The bard did it to the best of her ability. Afterwards, Zammy smiled. The king coughed and she put her violin away. Whisper jumped, did a front flip with a spin, and landed in front of the throne off of the stage. 
"My turn!" Cards went flying and he stood in front of the king. The king held a spade, and Whisper's black holes where his eyes should've been gained white spades in a sea of darkness. His eyes became blue diamonds for Zamista and green clubs for Arthkika. 
A few minutes later, he was directly in front of Qui, eyes back to that unseen darkness.
"Pick a card, my lady, and let's see what happens." She held a queen of hearts. He spun the decks around and finally held a queen of hearts between two gloved fingers.
"Was this your card, my lady?"
"It is!" She showed off her card. Whisper's eyes became large red hearts. To be honest, that was kinda cute...
After the card tricks finished, he grinned wildly in the center of the room. 
"Ready for the craziest magic you'll ever see?" The three cheered. Suddenly he disappeared.
"Where'd he go?" Zammy asked. He showed up out of nowhere in front of Qui, eyes still hearts.
"BOO!" He vanished after throwing a card in front of her. 
"I think I had a heart attack..." Qui put her hand over her heart. Zammy smiled. She picked up the card: a queen of hearts.
"Gotcha!" He showed up in front of the king, who laughed. He finished with more flying cards, which separated into two decks and flew into his pockets. Whisper bowed and they applauded. How could he be so nice and funny here but annoyed at everything otherwise? 
Also, was it just her, or had his ears become longer? They seemed to be about half a foot now.
"What would you like us to do today, my king?" Arthkika asked. He smiled and coughed again.
"I'm going to talk to Nola." He got up, took a few steps and fell onto the floor. Qui and Whisper were the first to his side.
"My lord!" She cried. He wasn't awake. 
"Get Nora!" Zamista bolted and returned with Dr Nola and two others.
"Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness!" They picked him up. "We'll take care of him. Don't come in to the lab or you could get infected."
"What are we supposed to do now?" Arthkika asked after they took him away on a large cot.
"Dunno." Zamista replied.
"I'm...going upstairs." Whisper groaned, clutching his stomach as he started for the staircase.
"What's wrong? You sick? Come back!" Arth called, following him. He started running and she gave chase. The cat and the elf looked at each other, sighed, shrugged, and pursued. 
"Get back here, you!" She cried. 
"Leave me alone!" He disappeared. He must have teleported. Dang.
"We could knock at his door." The three of them stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the four shut doors, each labeled with the name of the room owner.
"Probably locked, Arthy." Zamista replied, tapping the door gently with a claw. There was no response. He knocked harder, and soon he was slamming on it.
"'Probably locked, Zamista.'" Arthkika mocked sarcastically. He made a derp face and stopped knocking.
"We know you're in there, Whisper! Open up!"
"No! Go away! Stop slamming at my door!" Qui set her hand on Zammie's arm.
"We aren't going to get in. Let's go." They went to their rooms. Qui's was across from Whisper's and to the left of Arthkika's.
After two hours of playing on the internet and practicing random songs, the bard sat in front of Whisper's door.
"Can I come in?" She asked gently.
"Who's there?" He sounded....upset?
"It's Qui."
"Leave me be."
A loud thump came from Zamista's room, which Qui went to see. 
Zamista was laying on the floor, on his face, in a puddle of blood, which flowed from his mouth.
She screamed.

Ten minutes later, both Arthkika and Zamista were laying on cots, out cold, next to the king. Qui and Whisper stood in the doorway, which was the farthest they were allowed in. Dr Nola stood near them, crying.
"I don't know why this keeps happening! We gave people cures and they keep coming down here, sicker than before!"
"Wait. Zammie and Arthie were down here before?"
"Yes!"
"Were you, Whisper?"
"No."
"They keep getting worse and worse from this sickness! I fear our interaction will be too late! At this rate..."
"At this rate what?" Qui asked gently and fearfully.
"At this rate, the entire world will be infected and die!"