Today was horrible. We came to the lab yesterday, and Stone and Burton greeted us there. We had to then make our way down to level 5 of the lab, the most secure one, where, evidently, I had two patients waiting. The first tests and sterilizations weren't so bad, as we only had to take a few shots and a basic physical to pass onto level 1. After that, it only got worse. Baths for immersing, complete physicals, medical history, destroying our skin's outer layer, and even a pill to empty our digestive system.
Overall, the twelve or so hours it took were miserable. When we arrived on the floor, we had to meet in a conference, where we discussed plans. Evidently, I am the most important person here because of the Odd Man hypothesis, which was that an unmarried scientist like me should make decisions concerning the destruction of the base via atomic bomb, and I was given a key that was the only thing that could stop an atomic blast from destroying the facility if the pathogen were to escape. After the meeting, I immediately headed to my patients and did a quick checkup. There was a baby and an old man in the room. I had to get in a suit attached to the wall but still mobile to interact with them. The baby seemed fine, but the man was losing blood and was in acidosis. He looked to be in a coma, and wasn't going to wake up soon.
-Hall
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