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"CHECK EVERYTHING — CRACKS IN THE FLOOR, MATRESSES," McCreary lifted his chin at Abby. "Junkies can be very resourceful." he suddenly dropped into a counter coughing. He looked down and saw a uniform. Lifting it up, he found a book. "Diyoza's book." McCreary flipped through a few pages, before he looked up. "You don't look so good, doc."
Abby sighed. "That makes two of us. Your lungs, they're-I can hear the fluid filling up in them," she nodded. McCreary frowned. "Yeah, you're drowning and you're not even getting wet."
Falo raised her eyebrows. That would certainly be a slow way for him to die. She wished nothing but suffering towards McCreary, so she hoped Abby wouldn't cure them, or be forced to cure them all. That would be very bad if they were in good condition again.
"Well, fix me and get your fix." McCreary ordered her. Falo swallowed thickly.
Abby chuckled, shaking her head as she drawled out one word. "No."
"Place is clean, boss!" a man of McCreary's yelled.
"Oh, I can see the convulsions coming-" McCreary began to say.
Falo stepped forward, pushing Abby behind her. "Leave her alone. There's nothing here so get out. Why don't you go find Diyoza?" she hissed at him.
Slowly, he nodded, giving her a glare. He turned to his men. "You two guard the door. No one gets in or out."
Falo crossed her arms and watched him begin to walk out the door. When he stopped in his tracks, Falo lifted her head higher nervously.
"You knew she was pregnant." McCreary stated. He turned around, his eyebrows raised as he referred to Diyoza. "It's mine, you know."
Falo scoffed.
Abby smiled. "It's yours? No wonder she didn't brag."
Abruptly, McCreary grabbed her by the neck. Falo gasped and pulled Abby away from him, before she slapped him. "Get away from her."
"Just let him kill me, so he can put us both out of our misery." Abby snapped.
He smiled. "I think I got a better idea, a contest: Abby's disease versus mine," he shook the bottle of green pills Abby's been taking for the past years. "Something tells me you'll break before I die, doc."
Falo hardened her gaze.
He rattled the bottle as he walked out of the room.
