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Ozzy tossed and turn in his mattress; a nasty cough escape from the cell lips and following pitiful groans. This body temperature regular 98.6, scattered tissues on workspace/Room. The white blood cell seem to caught something from a germ he arrested. Ozzy sat up slowly, thinking to grab a snack then go back in Afflicted miserly. Drix block his partner in the kitchen entrance way. "You're supposed to stay in bed Jones." He instructs. Ozzy pounds on Drix chest compartment: sound waves of metal. "Let's slide this under the rug, pill? A cop here can't get a snack?" His legs hardly support his waist, his muscles are place fragile in every way. D