“Dude, that waitress looks pretty sick. I think she might need some help.”, Connor said, poking Jason's arm.
“Holy shit! Did you see how gray her face was?!”, Jason exclaimed shocked. It was true, before retreating into the kitchen, her face had an extreme gray tone to it.
“She might be really sick. We better check this out.”, Connor agreed, opening his backpack and producing his medkit. He did a jump over the counter and made a mad dash for the kitchen, Jason right behind him. He came inside to see the waitress clutching her head in pain, with another staff member trying to help her.
“Connor O'Neil and Jason Dombrovski, Combat Medics of the United States Army. What seems to be the problem?”, Connor asked in a professional tone as Jason unpacked the medkit.
“I-I-I don't know, I feel so arrrr...”, the waitress spluttered in pain. Connor picked her up and laid her onto the floor.
“My god...”, is all he could say as he saw the cause of the gray tone: Her face was beginning to grow gray hair.
“Jason! She's in terrible pain, give me a strong anesthetic NOW! Estimated weight: 65 kilograms”, he ordered. Jason quickly filled a syringe with a clear fluid and gave it to Connor. The woman began thrashing around wildly.
“Miss! Please stay still! This won't hurt a bit!”, Connor said as he tried to get the syringe to an artery. The noise attracted a crowd of onlookers that looked onto the scene with horror.
“What are they doing?” “Oh my god! Leave that woman alone!”, someone said. Jason jumped up and flashed his badge.
“US Army Combat Medic. This woman is seriously ill. Please remain at your seats!”, Jason announced with a commanding voice. This only stirred up more panic.
“DAMMIT! PLEASE STAY STILL!”, Connor yelled. The woman flayed ever more wildly, something about her body was changing. Finally, she threw Connor off her with a mighty swing. She continued to writhe on the floor, the two soldiers heard bones cracking and reforming. Now people started to panic.
“The doors! They're locked! We're trapped!”, a hysterical man shouted.
Connor assessed the situation: Their was a strangely ill, transforming woman in front of him, flailing wildly, a hysterical crowd of people behind him trying to get outside, a stupefied Jason next to him, intently watching the woman and an equally stupefied cook on his other side. His backpack is just over the counter, the medkit is only an arm length away and he still has the syringe.