11: Day 19
Doctor, I'm beginning to get frustrated. I've been here for almost three weeks now. When will I be cleared?
Soon enough, Sir Hellsing. I'm sorry we've kept you this long, but it's been for your own good.
Bloody hell it's for my own good!
If it makes you feel any better, the blood sample I sent in came back nearly cleared. You should be Ebola-free in another few days.
A week, more like!
I know you're anxious to get home, but we have to make sure you're not at risk of passing this on to anyone else. I know it sounds selfish, but this disease is extremely serious.
Oh, no, I understand that. But I'm tired, Doctor.
How have you been sleeping?
Quite well, but that isn't why I'm tired.
What are you tired of then?
This! I'm tired of being in this room! I'm tired of this rubbish you keep making me drink! I'm tired of this damned disease! I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired!
(Sigh) I understand, Sir Hellsing. It's frustrating being cooped up in here.
I want to see my brother.
He's still in the waiting room. I can get him for you if—
No, damn it! I don't want to see him through a sheet of glass! I want to see him in the same room. I…I want a hug from him and I can't have that.
I know, Integra. But it's just for a few more days, I promise.
I don't want to wait a few more days.
You don't have a choice.
(Silence)
I want to see my brother.
(Sigh) I'll go get him.
A/N: I'm sure in some way we can all relate to Integra.