He opened his eyes.
He still wasn't able to see anything, fog and darkness around him let him fail. Only a slightly light on his left side cast a little brightness in here. It seemed to be night. Or something else.
The red virus feared to be still out there on the tablet, but this fear lost all its strength when he noticed, that he was covered with a blanket, it was warm, comfortable warm around him. Warm and painful.
His head hurts like there was a fever agonize him, he couldn't move his left hand cause it was broken but treated in a plint up to his elbow, and every breath he took hurted like a firy blade. And there was one question:
Why he was still alive...?
His eyes flown over the ceiling, but the darkness didn't allow him to see anything. He layed a few minutes like that, just wondering, looking, noticing anything around him although his senses weren't really complete back yet. He coughed a little bit, hissed in pain from the injury on his chest.
Then a soft, blue hand touched his shoulder, made him looking up again. A soft orange light broke from a blue skin, but he couldn't see the figure completely. Only the glowing yellow eyes that looked down on him.
"Youre a poor evil guy, arent you?" a female voice asked, then she turned around the bed, sitting down beneath him. He tried to speak but his throat was so dry that he couldn't even say a word. And even if he could, he wasn't allowed to. The white blood cell laid two fingers on his lips, silenting him before he even brought out one word. She looked worried, but a little annoyed, too.
"You shouldn't even try to speak with that chest, boy, unless... you love to feel pain."
She let go of his lips, picking up a glass on the little table beneath the bed, where the only source of light, a little candle stands with a bowl full of water. On its rand there layed a washcloth, the other one was placed onto his forehead. It was a comfortable cold from the cold water. She must have replaced it shortly before he awakened. She had to treaten him like a little baby. He wasn't able to move by himself, so she helped him up und made him drink a tad of the water. And Thrax had to think about that this never is a simply normal woman... She was very strong for her body-size, and her yellow eyes irritated him. She seemed to be a white blood cell, but... that wasn't the whole thing...
Once he layed back again, he fought with himself. There are so much questions he wanted to ask, but the cell only shaked her head.
"No, not yet. You can tell me or ask me whatever you want, but later. You are still in a very bad shape, if not to say, in mortal danger. So just wait and get your rest. You really need that. And don't even try to set this house on fire, boy, I know who you are."
His face turned into a first surprised, then fearful expression. If she knows who he is, she probably will turn him in to immunity...
But like she could have read that thoughts from his face, she suddendly smiled, palmed his cheek slightly.
"No fear, I wont turn you in... I first want to talk to you... But now, rest. Hard to say with that pain, but It could still be worse..." she smiled, then she left the room, leaving back a still little worried, but surprised Thrax in the bed.
He was glad for being alone again, but a little bit worried, too. The pain in his body was nearly intolerable, and it seemed to be worse after he was alone again. No way he could have fallen asleep like that.
So he looked around a little bit more. His eyes had addicted to the darkness. He figured out that he had to be in a kind of a living room. Since the white blood cell said she knows who he was, he thought he probably must be back in Frank.
But how the hell did he came back here?
He couldn't remember or even figure it out, and the possibility, that the white blood cells brought him in here was very low. Sighing he stared at the ceiling. The whole world turned around him, cause he feeled dizzy. And suddendly, in that turning view mixed something green from beside. He tried to catch it with his gaze, and what he saw then... was Evrò.
The caries-germ looked still freaked out from Thrax, but there was something like worry, too. Suddendly, Thrax managed to give him a little smile.
"Yeah man, you really freaked me out there! I didn't noticed you were in such a bad shape!" he said, but there was no fear in his voice.
Thrax swallowed, still having a furry feeling in his throat. "Y... you... was it..." he studdered slowly. "Th..anks..."
Evròs eyes widened, then he shaked his head. „I ... thought I have to fear you... But you cant tell me you are completely evil..."he says, pointing to his chest. "Im pretty interested how a deathly virus lifes..."
Thrax looked at him only for a moment, then he turned his head, hiding a sad expression as never shown on his face. Evrò seemed to know that, whatever he told Thrax, something wasn't right at that moment. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking and waiting, while Thrax fell asleep again.
He slept about a whole day before he waked up in sweat, suddendly with a scream sitting up-right in the bed and only a second later, crying out in pain and trying to hold his chest and arm in the same move.
Evrò and the white blood cell winced and turned around to him with shocked expressions. Thrax needed a moment to figure out what happened again, then he calmed down and tried to move in a comfortable position again. Noone had to tell them that he feeled physically a lot better than the evening before.
Thrax noticed that there wasn't only the green germ and the blood cell, there was an older white blood cell, too. A really old one it seems. He needed a stick to walk, and his colour turned into something grey, and so his dreadlocks did. But when he looked at Thrax, his eyes were something between yellow and red.
"So youre awake.." he ascertained. "Bad dreams made you awake, didn't they?"
The red pathogen needed a few seconds for noticing that he talked to him, then he nodded carefully. "Nevermind..." he tried to speak, clearing his scratchy voice with a cough. "What... is this place...? Who are you...?"
"I see..." the older one replied with a smile. "You have a lot of questions. But we too. First... Im Ratox, and this is my granddaughter Dana. Her child and her husband live here, too. The little green guy.." he pointed at the caries-germ, "... is Evrò, he brought you here yesterday. You are in the City of Frank again, to be more detailed, in the nose-apartments." He answered a few of the question with one turn.
Thrax looked confused again. He thought about that Evrò, how his name was, catched help or something. But he.. brought him in here by himself?
„M... my name.. is Thrax..." he said, suddendly he was really ashamed. "I... Dana... told me... you already know about me..." He looked down on his blanket.
"We know much about you, but not everything... And if you don't try to kill this body again, it is ok for us when you just keep your secrets. You see, Im not the type of cell who loves to destroy pathogens, maybe cause Im the half of a pathogen." Ratox said, grinning when Thrax looked at him with surprise. "Im the child of an Ebolda-virus and a white blood cell, so don't look that confused!"
"So.. that's why you don't aroused my hate when I look at you... or Dana..." Thrax muttered with lower voice. "Im surprised to meet a pathogen like you." Ratox said, holded his stick harder and gave Thrax a deep gaze. "I know a lot about deathly germs. And the most of them are pacific. But you are both, deathly evil and pacific in the same body. I don't understand your beeing."
Thrax swallowed. A white blood cell looked through him that easy? He growled softly, then he shaked his head. "That's none of you business, Ratox."
"Maybe, maybe not." The older replied. "Its up to you. Whatll you do when you regained your strength?"
"Finding Jones..." Thrax growled angrily.
Ratox face stayed motionless. "Youre up to kill him, arent you?"
"Maybe... But he have something I need... I need to get that back...!"
"Your chain, I see. Whatever you plan to do, I beg you to let this body alive now. I may be old, but I don't want my family to die now." Ratox turned around to leave the room, letting back a thoughtful, snarling Thrax.
Dana watched him without saying something, cause she didn't knew what to tell him. But her expression turned into first shocked, then angrily when she saw Thrax got up. Still slowly and weak, but he managed to get up and stand. He had sweat on his forehead from the exhaustion, but he could bore it. Evró jumpend beneath him with widen eyes.
"Hey man, sure you already should do that?!" he asked, with a gaze up to the virus.
Thrax breath went heavily, but he swallowed down his nausea. "Its alright..." he growled. "Im a virus, I heal fast. Ill leave today... to get this stupid cell...!"
It was Danas face, what turned into a sad expression, when she looked to Thrax, getting his gaze. Then she stepped backward out of the room, like she was on to fear him...
He still wasn't able to see anything, fog and darkness around him let him fail. Only a slightly light on his left side cast a little brightness in here. It seemed to be night. Or something else.
The red virus feared to be still out there on the tablet, but this fear lost all its strength when he noticed, that he was covered with a blanket, it was warm, comfortable warm around him. Warm and painful.
His head hurts like there was a fever agonize him, he couldn't move his left hand cause it was broken but treated in a plint up to his elbow, and every breath he took hurted like a firy blade. And there was one question:
Why he was still alive...?
His eyes flown over the ceiling, but the darkness didn't allow him to see anything. He layed a few minutes like that, just wondering, looking, noticing anything around him although his senses weren't really complete back yet. He coughed a little bit, hissed in pain from the injury on his chest.
Then a soft, blue hand touched his shoulder, made him looking up again. A soft orange light broke from a blue skin, but he couldn't see the figure completely. Only the glowing yellow eyes that looked down on him.
"Youre a poor evil guy, arent you?" a female voice asked, then she turned around the bed, sitting down beneath him. He tried to speak but his throat was so dry that he couldn't even say a word. And even if he could, he wasn't allowed to. The white blood cell laid two fingers on his lips, silenting him before he even brought out one word. She looked worried, but a little annoyed, too.
"You shouldn't even try to speak with that chest, boy, unless... you love to feel pain."
She let go of his lips, picking up a glass on the little table beneath the bed, where the only source of light, a little candle stands with a bowl full of water. On its rand there layed a washcloth, the other one was placed onto his forehead. It was a comfortable cold from the cold water. She must have replaced it shortly before he awakened. She had to treaten him like a little baby. He wasn't able to move by himself, so she helped him up und made him drink a tad of the water. And Thrax had to think about that this never is a simply normal woman... She was very strong for her body-size, and her yellow eyes irritated him. She seemed to be a white blood cell, but... that wasn't the whole thing...
Once he layed back again, he fought with himself. There are so much questions he wanted to ask, but the cell only shaked her head.
"No, not yet. You can tell me or ask me whatever you want, but later. You are still in a very bad shape, if not to say, in mortal danger. So just wait and get your rest. You really need that. And don't even try to set this house on fire, boy, I know who you are."
His face turned into a first surprised, then fearful expression. If she knows who he is, she probably will turn him in to immunity...
But like she could have read that thoughts from his face, she suddendly smiled, palmed his cheek slightly.
"No fear, I wont turn you in... I first want to talk to you... But now, rest. Hard to say with that pain, but It could still be worse..." she smiled, then she left the room, leaving back a still little worried, but surprised Thrax in the bed.
He was glad for being alone again, but a little bit worried, too. The pain in his body was nearly intolerable, and it seemed to be worse after he was alone again. No way he could have fallen asleep like that.
So he looked around a little bit more. His eyes had addicted to the darkness. He figured out that he had to be in a kind of a living room. Since the white blood cell said she knows who he was, he thought he probably must be back in Frank.
But how the hell did he came back here?
He couldn't remember or even figure it out, and the possibility, that the white blood cells brought him in here was very low. Sighing he stared at the ceiling. The whole world turned around him, cause he feeled dizzy. And suddendly, in that turning view mixed something green from beside. He tried to catch it with his gaze, and what he saw then... was Evrò.
The caries-germ looked still freaked out from Thrax, but there was something like worry, too. Suddendly, Thrax managed to give him a little smile.
"Yeah man, you really freaked me out there! I didn't noticed you were in such a bad shape!" he said, but there was no fear in his voice.
Thrax swallowed, still having a furry feeling in his throat. "Y... you... was it..." he studdered slowly. "Th..anks..."
Evròs eyes widened, then he shaked his head. „I ... thought I have to fear you... But you cant tell me you are completely evil..."he says, pointing to his chest. "Im pretty interested how a deathly virus lifes..."
Thrax looked at him only for a moment, then he turned his head, hiding a sad expression as never shown on his face. Evrò seemed to know that, whatever he told Thrax, something wasn't right at that moment. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking and waiting, while Thrax fell asleep again.
He slept about a whole day before he waked up in sweat, suddendly with a scream sitting up-right in the bed and only a second later, crying out in pain and trying to hold his chest and arm in the same move.
Evrò and the white blood cell winced and turned around to him with shocked expressions. Thrax needed a moment to figure out what happened again, then he calmed down and tried to move in a comfortable position again. Noone had to tell them that he feeled physically a lot better than the evening before.
Thrax noticed that there wasn't only the green germ and the blood cell, there was an older white blood cell, too. A really old one it seems. He needed a stick to walk, and his colour turned into something grey, and so his dreadlocks did. But when he looked at Thrax, his eyes were something between yellow and red.
"So youre awake.." he ascertained. "Bad dreams made you awake, didn't they?"
The red pathogen needed a few seconds for noticing that he talked to him, then he nodded carefully. "Nevermind..." he tried to speak, clearing his scratchy voice with a cough. "What... is this place...? Who are you...?"
"I see..." the older one replied with a smile. "You have a lot of questions. But we too. First... Im Ratox, and this is my granddaughter Dana. Her child and her husband live here, too. The little green guy.." he pointed at the caries-germ, "... is Evrò, he brought you here yesterday. You are in the City of Frank again, to be more detailed, in the nose-apartments." He answered a few of the question with one turn.
Thrax looked confused again. He thought about that Evrò, how his name was, catched help or something. But he.. brought him in here by himself?
„M... my name.. is Thrax..." he said, suddendly he was really ashamed. "I... Dana... told me... you already know about me..." He looked down on his blanket.
"We know much about you, but not everything... And if you don't try to kill this body again, it is ok for us when you just keep your secrets. You see, Im not the type of cell who loves to destroy pathogens, maybe cause Im the half of a pathogen." Ratox said, grinning when Thrax looked at him with surprise. "Im the child of an Ebolda-virus and a white blood cell, so don't look that confused!"
"So.. that's why you don't aroused my hate when I look at you... or Dana..." Thrax muttered with lower voice. "Im surprised to meet a pathogen like you." Ratox said, holded his stick harder and gave Thrax a deep gaze. "I know a lot about deathly germs. And the most of them are pacific. But you are both, deathly evil and pacific in the same body. I don't understand your beeing."
Thrax swallowed. A white blood cell looked through him that easy? He growled softly, then he shaked his head. "That's none of you business, Ratox."
"Maybe, maybe not." The older replied. "Its up to you. Whatll you do when you regained your strength?"
"Finding Jones..." Thrax growled angrily.
Ratox face stayed motionless. "Youre up to kill him, arent you?"
"Maybe... But he have something I need... I need to get that back...!"
"Your chain, I see. Whatever you plan to do, I beg you to let this body alive now. I may be old, but I don't want my family to die now." Ratox turned around to leave the room, letting back a thoughtful, snarling Thrax.
Dana watched him without saying something, cause she didn't knew what to tell him. But her expression turned into first shocked, then angrily when she saw Thrax got up. Still slowly and weak, but he managed to get up and stand. He had sweat on his forehead from the exhaustion, but he could bore it. Evró jumpend beneath him with widen eyes.
"Hey man, sure you already should do that?!" he asked, with a gaze up to the virus.
Thrax breath went heavily, but he swallowed down his nausea. "Its alright..." he growled. "Im a virus, I heal fast. Ill leave today... to get this stupid cell...!"
It was Danas face, what turned into a sad expression, when she looked to Thrax, getting his gaze. Then she stepped backward out of the room, like she was on to fear him...