[Lovebite]

The middle aged man felt horrible for simply throwing the younger man out as he had, though he didn't call him back, nor did he look towards the door either until it closed behind him. Morrison grit his teeth, now how was he going to deal with this?

It seemed the answer was out of his hands, when only a few weeks after the incident that he had been beginning to get sick, very sick. Not just a sore stomach or fever, but full out not being able to stand up if he managed to roll himself out of bed and unable to keep anything down long enough for it to be digested. Everything always came back up and whenever he sat forwards in bed by himself his head swam,"Goddamn..."He groaned, a hand covering his face for a long moment, his second in command had been taking care of things for him. Even making time to come back and check on him for their breaks in action, it was easy to force a lie upon the crew, that their Captain had just been called away on a lone mission. Though with what this was turning out to be, he wouldn't just be gone for a few days.

The medical team hadn't been called of course, his second mate had no idea why he wouldn't want this checked out, she hadn't been told about what had happened. Nor did she know what he was truly, and so of course after another week of sickness from Morrison she called the medical officer.