Delphine POV
She's not there. Her door was locked, so I broke in, and she'd packed some stuff and left. I have no way of figuring out where she's gone, but I can still look for her. She doesn't have a car that I know of, so if she was leaving, she'd have to find some form of transportation. I'm just outside her door when my phone goes off.
I don't even look at who it is, which ends up being a mistake. "Cosima? Where are you?"
"Wrong person, my darling Delphine, although I would like to know why you don't know where she is. Is there something wrong?"
"No, of course not, we just are supposed to be meeting, and she's running later than I expected. She warned me she's always late, but…"
"Alright, well I think we should do dinner tonight, maybe just the two of us."
"I am sorry Dr. Leekie, but I have plans with Cosima tonight. She said she's getting me baked. I'm not too sure what that means, but she seems excited. Oh here she comes, I have to go!"
The thought of spending the night with him makes my skin crawl. I don't want anyone to touch me ever again that is not Cosima, and I never liked my nights with Dr. Leekie to begin with. I didn't lie to him whenever I said I thought I saw her. I can see her, just a few feet infront of me, suitcase in hand. She's coughing, her hand over her mouth. She finishes, and looks down at her hand.
A look of understanding, and then terror comes across her features. That's when I know that she's sick. That thing that Leekie had us working on, that drug, was to cure them if (or possibly when) they get sick. Cosima knows about the sickness.
I walk over to her, and take her hand. She tries to jerk it away from me, but I refuse to let go.
"Please come with me. I know where the cure is. I can help you get better. Please, just let me help you." I whisper
It's loud where we are, it is the bus station after all, but I know that she hears me. Another coughing fit overwhelms her, and I let go of her, and take her suitcase she had dropped. I'm close enough to see how much blood she coughs up, and I'm alarmed by the amount of it that's in her hand after she finishes.
"Please, this must have been what we worked on, before.."
"Before you were assigned to me." She finishes, her tone cold.
"Yes, but I can save you. You don't have to" I start, but once again she cuts me off
"I don't have to die? You don't get it. I compared our genes. Mine and Katja, the one that had this. We shouldn't be getting sick from this. I ran the tests…."
"What technology you have is nothing compared to what Dr. Leekie gave those working for him. Please, just let me get the drug. Then we can go somewhere safe. I have files for you. Not all of them, because they didn't all fit, but we can go back for them. We should do it soon, before he finds out what I did. But first, the drug. Please, just trust me on this. I don't want you to die." The last part is more to myself than to her, but I think she hears.
I take her hand in mine, her suitcase in my other hand, and lead her away from the bus station, and back to my apartment. I'm not supposed to have her there, so I'm hoping Leekie won't search for her there, at least until I can get her feeling better on the drug.
I'll get the drug and the rest of the files while she hopefully sleeps. Then I can tell her everything, once I'm sure she's safe, and hopefully regain her trust, and if I'm lucky, her love.