*ACHOO!*
"Are you feeling all right, Mr. Summers?" asked Professor Chambers.
"I'm fine sir, just a cold." Chris said, rubbing his nose with his sleeve.
Truthfully, Chris Summers was not suffering from any ordinary cold, and he knew it. But if he said anything about how he'd gotten sick, then he'd have to tell them about his little party two nights ago... which led to the dare... which regrettably followed with his role in the break-in at the university's pharmacology department, where a broken vial had resulted in an immediate lockdown and quarantine of the building. In short, he had learned his lesson that night about getting drunk with medical students. But he'd just rather rely on his immune system to tough out whatever was in those tubes rather than risk whatever penalties he'd be paying if it was known he was one of the ones responsible. Expulsion would probably be the last thing to worry about.
Either way, it had been two days and so far his symptoms hadn't been worse than any other time he had a cold or a flu. Which, considering he wasn't the only one in there yet apparently the only one who had gotten sick, was quite a blessing indeed. Although he didn't know that for sure as he hadn't heard from the others since then, he had a feeling he'd be hearing more than enough of it from them if they had gotten hit with it too. Still, for now he just needed to focus on the lecture, his body could surely handle whatever it was if it hadn't killed him yet.
"HACK! HAA-CHOO!" Chris coughed and sneezed again.
"Chris! You've been coughing up a storm since you got here! Are you sure you're okay?" Professor Chambers asked sternly.
"It's, It's all right," Chris said uneasily. "I'm just- ulp! On second thought-"
"You don't need my permission, not when you're sick like that!" said Professor Chambers. "Go and get better! You can catch up with the rest of the class later."
One of the benefits of being in college, Chris thought, as he hastily packed his things and shambled out the door, his classmates reeling away and covering their faces as he left.
Chris shuffled over to the bathroom as fast as he could, and looked at himself in the mirror. His face didn't look any different than normal, save for crow's feet under his eyes from the fit-filled, sleepless nights he had since the incident, but he could feel something happening inside of himself. As he turned on the sink and splashed some cold water into his face, he was able to clue in on what that feeling was. It obviously wasn't normal, as he realized that he-
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