Lucy frowned as she watched Desmond get out of the Animus. He came out looking sweaty and pale, it's been going on like this for the past few days but Desmond always brushed it off as nothing. "Are you sure you're alright Desmond? You look worse every time you get out of that thing." Lucy gave him a concerned look as she walked up to him.

"I'm fine Lucy, it's just-" Desmond hesitated but continued, "I've been feeling sicker and sicker every time I get out of the Animus."

"It really shouldn't be affecting you physically," Rebecca stated as she stalked up to the two. "Were you already sick before hand?"

Desmond frowned as he looked from woman to woman, trying to recall anything before the past two weeks. "Well, I did get a vaccine for that Green Flu going around but other than that, I never felt sick."

"Did you feel sick at Abstergo? Why did you decide to keep this to yourself?" Lucy sighed, the last thing they needed was everyone getting sick, especially Desmond, the Animus sessions would have to be put on hold so he could recover.

Desmond glowered at her, "I didn't feel sick then and really, it just feels like a damn cold" He snapped, "now if you don't mind, I'm in serious need of a shower", Lucy watched as Desmond stalked off .

"Great, we're stuck wasting more time as other assassins get killed out there just because our little friend over there is sick, just great," Sean complained.

"Can it Sean, we know this." Lucy scowled as she walked back to her desk. Rebecca moved from where she'd been standing back towards the hallway.

"I'll just go make us some lunch, that sound good, guys?"

"That sounds great right about now, thanks Becca." Lucy watched as her friend disappeared around a corner, her smile faded back into a frown. She was worried about Desmond, something just didn't feel right. He had gotten angry with her so easily, after she'd asked him two questions. Maybe he was just cranky or something, hopefully he wouldn't get worse.

'Okay, I was wrong. He's getting worse', the blonde haired assassin thought as she neared the bathroom door, she could already hear Desmond vomiting into the toilet. Lucy knocked on the door, he'd been in there for over and hour already. "Hey Desmond, are you alright?" All she got in response was a groan. She tried the door knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. "You want me get a glass of- Oh my God", Lucy stared at a hunched over Desmond, he still had his clothes on from earlier and he looked even worse, it was obvious he never showered. What really got her was how blood shot his eyes were. "Your fingernails..", they were all bleeding at the sides.

"Just leave me alone," he growled in between heavy gulps of air.

Lucy bent down near him, trying to feel his forehead. "I think we need to get you to a hospital."

"I said leave me alone!" He yelled as he lashed out at her, scratching her forearm.

"Argh!" Lucy leapt up and stumbled back into the hallway, surprised. She looked at Desmond and then at her bleeding arm. "Sean, Rebecca, you guys better get over here!" She yelled, still staring at her wounded arm.

Twenty minutes later, Desmond had been sedated, not easily though. A lot of punching and kicking from both Sean and Desmond had been involved before Sean finally stuck the needle into his neck. Rebecca had patched up Lucy's arm and gave her some Advil but her three long gashes still throbbed. She was pretty sure it was swelling up too, not to mention her whole body was starting to ache. "I don't think this is the flu," Lucy muttered as she watched Rebecca go to Sean and ask how their sleeping friend was doing.


Okay, so I was planning on just making this a one shot but I decided to change it to a three chapter short story. I tried to drop clues in as to what will happen but I think I made that a bit too obvious. :/ Even so I hope you enjoy! Critics are welcomed!