"I'm afraid it's worse than we thought," said the doctor, hesitantly.
Groggy, the patient could not help but blurt out: "So I don't have AIDS?"
"That's good, right?" said his brother, Emilio.
"It's not AIDS," said the doctor. "Nor Ebola, as we thought. And not the black plague. Those were treatable. This..." he trailed off, and raised a hand, then let it drop as he stared at the chart.
"No, Mr. Sheen," he said finally. "You've been exposed to Lakeland essence, and there's nothing I can do."
Groggy, the patient could not help but blurt out: "So I don't have AIDS?"
"That's good, right?" said his brother, Emilio.
"It's not AIDS," said the doctor. "Nor Ebola, as we thought. And not the black plague. Those were treatable. This..." he trailed off, and raised a hand, then let it drop as he stared at the chart.
"No, Mr. Sheen," he said finally. "You've been exposed to Lakeland essence, and there's nothing I can do."
