Fever: 3: Day 1

3: Day 1


Good morning, Sir Hellsing. My name is Doctor Creed. How are you?

(Coughing, heavy breathing) I’m fine, Doctor. I’m fine. I assume you’re here because me test came back. What was the result?

I’m sorry, Sir Hellsing, but you came back positive.

(Silence)

What the hell do you mean I came back positive?

You have Ebola.

Oh, no…oh, god, no…no…What’s going to happen to me? What’s going to happen to Hellsing?

I don’t know.

(Silence, coughing)

I can’t have it. I can’t. I have an organization to run. I can’t…

I’m so sorry, Sir Hellsing. I’m very sorry.

***

The doctor said you were positive.

So he told you.

Yeah.

What’s the survival rate?

(Silence)

Landon.

Ten to twenty-five. I’m sorry, sis.

(Silence)

Landon, if I don’t make it…

Integra, stop it.

I want you to lead Hellsing. You’re the last of us, Landon, adopted or not. You need to stop telling everyone your last name is Brooks and start telling them you’re a Hellsing. I know why you do it, Landon, but—

Integra, stop! You’re not going to die.

You don’t (heavy coughing) know that. Will you forgive me, Landon?

(Silence, coughing)

There’s nothing to forgive. You couldn’t have known. I love you, Integra.

I love you, too, Landon.