You pull yourself out of the contraption and look in amazement as Jeff and Amy search all over the room, trying to find you. The lights are on, and you’re sitting there in plain sight – a little too plain of sight, frankly, since your best efforts at pulling down the medical robe do nothing to hide your still-firm erection.
“Where the hell did he go?” Jeff asks for the third time. “He was just here a second ago!”
They continue to look under tables, behind file cabinets, and in the closets. You don’t understand it, but you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You jump off the table, run into the changing room, grab your clothes, and prepare to bolt.
As you reach for the door, Amy says, “We’re going to have to call Dr. Burbank about this. They’ve got to find this kid and quarantine him until we know what we’re dealing with.”
Quarantine? Are you kidding?? You think, “Why don’t you two just relax and forget this whole thing ever happened?”
You’re about to make a run for it, when you realize the activity level in the room has abruptly dropped. You look over your shoulder and see the two medical students looking around, unconcerned, and even somewhat bored. They each pull up a chair and start to chat, as if nothing at all unusual has happened.
This is all too much for you to handle at one time. You pull on your jeans and prepare to run from the building. Almost as an afterthought, you duck into the control room and grab the file with your information, tuck it under your arm, and make your getaway before anyone figures out what is happening.
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