Disclaimer: I own nothing, okay? NOTHING! Now, will WB kindly give my mother back?
A/N: Josie, your review positively rocks my socks! Hm...not in this fanfic, but maybe in another...?
Carlos was sick. REALLY sick. He had Smallpox, which Mary had accidentally injected into him during her "Let's play Medical Researcher!" phase.
However, Carlos didn't care. Sarah Camden was his doctor, and he had been in a steamy affair with her for years. Matt had always been too obsessed with his hair to put two and two together.
Sarah traipsed into his room.
"Hey there, my darling pustule nose. Ready for your daily antibiotics, my sexy epidemic buns?"
Carlos smiled seductively.
"I'm ready when you are, you vaccine harlot, you!"
Sarah giggled.
Suddenly, Matt burst through the door.
"I knew it! I knew it all along," he cried.
"Matt, this isn't what you think," wept Sarah, who was about to give Carlos his vaccine.
"Oh, yes it is," he said. "You're gathering germs because you're a TERRORIST! AUGH!" Matt proceeded to run screaming in circles.
Sarah rolled her eyes. Matt had the brains of a pigeon, but he had really sexy hair.
Neither of them noticed Carlos's heart monitor go from normal, rhythmic beeps to one long, high-pitched beep. And by the time they did notice, it was too late.
Sarah had already injected Matt with a lethal disease; Yellow Fever. Well, it wasn't all that lethal, and Yellow Fever couldn't survive in New York's climate. But this was a special, mutated strand of Yellow Fever. Matt died before he was finished styling his hair for the last time.
And thus, Sarah laughed. She laughed so hard that she couldn't breath. She just kept expanding and expanding...
"Boom!" Went Sarah's insides. "Pop!" went Sarah. She was dead.