"You wouldn't believe me if I told you Doctor. I need to see you in person. Right now!" You're normally quite mild mannered but something has driven you to have a tone of anger in your voice the entire night. "Sounds urgent" The Doc says. "It's alright I've been staying late at the lab the past few weeks anyways. You know how to get here." The line goes dead on you.
A little mad at the shortness of the Doctors response, you grumbily wrap your bloody hand up with a cloth and throw on some street clothes as fast as you can before darting down to your volunteer vet clinic. The trip is distressing, you feel like you can barely move with your stiffening muscles. The smells as well begin to overwhelm you. When could you ever smell Johnny's Pizza shop from two blocks away? That's irrelevant for now, you must make your way to the Doctor.
Once you make your way to the front door of your destination, you pull out they key all volunteers are given and make your way in. All the lights are off and the animals are relatively quiet this late at night. At the end of the long corridor however you can see a faint light coming from the Labs doorway.
"Good evening..." The Doctor says as you enter. "What's wrong that you had to see me at such a late hour?" He raises an eyebrow questioning you.
You try to clear out all the saliva in your mouth, but your throat just won't let you swallow. You respond to the Doctor with a wet voice. "S- someshing ish wrong. I'm shheeing things. Could I have rabies from a monsh ago?" The doctor looks at you for a long moment that feels like an eternity. He says nothing, and you avert your eyes down from his intense glare. For a second you almost think you saw a little foam around Dr. Newman's mouth but you looked away too soon to be sure.
He creeps forward on his office chair, the wheels squeeling loudly in the dead of the night. His stare pierces at you still and you cannot bare to look him back. He then raises his forearm in front of your face where you see a bite wound much like the one you suffered yourself. The hair on his arm is growing much, much thicker around the wound than anywhere else on it's arm. He let's out a growl before giving you a reply. "This is no rabies. We're all vaccinated for that. This is... Something else... Something... New... You and I appear to be subject zero for some new virus. You seem to have developed more symptoms than me though. I need to examine you better to see what we are dealing with." He points at the exam table, normally reserved for large breeds of dogs. "Lay down."