Can you hear me, Mr. Thompson?
“…Can you hear me, Mr. Thompson?” Eric groggily opened his eyes, his vision adjusting to the sight of a man in a suit standing where he had been expecting his surgeon to be waiting for him post-surgery. “Whahappened?” He groaned groggily, his voice sounding strangely high pitched as his eyes slowly focused. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. You’re still in the hospital, but there was an incident during your surgery. During the operation, an agent of ours was shot and exposed to the compound while attempting to secure it. He was rushed to the nearest hospital for treatment before the compound’s effects were completely understood. Unfortunately, its level of contagiousness was severely underestimated and a number of patients and staff located in the surgical wing were infected before its spread was contained. You are one of those people.” Eric tried to force out a laugh, more to clear his throat and get his normal voice back than anything else. “So, what does that even mean? I have some kind of...