my viruses .

the what ? I’m not a 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 , cassidy . don’t ever mention my gem within my presence again .

I will drain the life from your body until you are little more than a shambling corpse under the thumb of my control .

[ @Pcekeepr * ]

you’re not giving up . you now know the cause & are giving her full treatment . [ eyes flit over the tired planes of the doctor’s face . exhaustion permeates every line , every crevice ; ziegler is running herself into the ground . ] fate & continued care . all there is .

I had something to show you . now it must wait . you know I do not like waiting .

I will remember this .

[ the geneticist sits back up , nudging the microscope back towards the other doctor . ] I can understand why . this would make them exceptionally prone to infections of all sorts . do they have pneumonia ?

[ a hand reaches out to draw the microscope closer to her . tucking back her hair , the elder leans forward to peer into the light , giving her eyes a moment to adjust . tsk . ] . . . 𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘢 . poor patient . they require careful treatment .

a bit prickly tonight , I see . [ a flicker of her eyes towards the mug . idly , she wonders if she needs another , then casts the thought from her mind entirely . ] well , what are you working on ?

as am I . [ an exhale through her nose , mild amusement crinkling the edges of her eyes . she leans forward on the desk now , elbows propped up on the surface beside the microscope . ] do you ever get tired of doing this song & dance ? I must not be the first .

I do understand . [ spoken plainly , without much empathetic sway to her intonation . it was the job . standard lab work is monotonous — exploring the unknown was where it got interesting . ] have you seen a doctor about your nightly afflictions ? after long days , most rest .

just came in from a flight . [ a small smile , rise & fall of shoulders . hands fold upon her stomach , angela’s unamused one met with a glint of her own mismatched visionaries . ] jet lag . you , however , are beholden to bad habit . too much caffeine ?

no ? [ & she sidles up next to her , drawing up a chair of her own . it wheels next to the other doctor & moira takes a seat , leaning back with long legs stretched underneath the table . ] the dark circles don’t lie , dr . ziegler .

go to bed , angela . the same dreary lab work will be there in the morning .

|| I have an insane next three days so please know I’m not trying to ignore anyone / drop threads , I just don’t have enough hours in the day to do it all !

seize him . cut his throat . stop ! oh , wait — hah , I’ve changed my mind . let him go .