The fever hit him like a ton of bricks and then nothing but panic settled in his mind. Even if they told him he was going to be alright, he was skeptical about the antidote they were giving him, he really didnâ€™t want to die because of some stupid wound. Humans were a lot more fragile than mutants since they were â€˜normalâ€™ and not genetically altered in any way but that didnâ€™t mean he wasnâ€™t going to put up a fight. When the needle entered his veins he clenched his teeth as the liquid entered his bloodstream. He had never expected the infection to spread this quickly since he had heard that it usually took a few weeks for it to happen. As best he could, Weston was going to make sure that the gene did not take him. He was not suicidal, but he would rather die than live as a mutant.<br/><br/>Yuriâ€™s alpha male comment did amuse him, however. A few years ago he hardly considered himself the alpha male or anything even remotely close. He just chuckled in response to it and silently wished her good luck as he watched her leave.<br/><br/>His fever was getting worse and his wounds burned, his body feeling numb. All the drugs in the world couldnâ€™t make what he was feeling any better, he thought to himself, even after they had brought him to a more comfortable bed in the ward. Weston has suffered bad wounds before but he has never really been bitten by one of the fuckers before and he made a not to make sure it never happened again. He took a deep breath and relaxed, closing his eyes. Soon he began to feel a bit tired but he knew if he slept the infection would only get worse so he stayed away as long as he could. They were telling him to get some sleep, understanding that he was wary of their antidote. They even assured him that he was going to be alright but he was still being a bit difficult. Eventually the drugs took him away and he drifted to sleep.<br/><br/>When he finally woke, he wasnâ€™t sure how much time had passed but the fever was still there and from the looks of things Yuri and her troops had come back from their fight. When Yuri asked him how he was feeling he sat up and offered a half-hearted smile to her, â€œIâ€™ll live,â€ he replied hoarsely since he was still feeling like shit thanks to this fever. It was mostly to say that he was damn happy that he wasnâ€™t going to become a mutant. He looked her over for a moment with a neutral expression, examining her wounds carefully; she would probably hold out better than he was since she was a mutant. Unable to restrain himself and ignore the need any longer, he then reached into his jacket and brought out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. â€œFrom the looks of things, youâ€™ve taken quite a beating yourself. So hereâ€™s to a speedy recovery for both of us!â€<br/><br/>It was a bit of sarcasm on his part and perhaps a bit of irony but he meant it in all honesty. He wanted them to both recover well since they have survived another battle and will be living to see another day. A little bit of encouragement never really hurts, right?<br/><br/>â€œMind if I ask just how long itâ€™ll take this fever to go away?â€ As he had been treated not a word of complaint left his lips even if he had been skeptical at first. He was only a little curious since he didnâ€™t want to be too much of a burden in spite of the hospitality shown to him, â€œIâ€™m guessing a day or so, maybe longer? Iâ€™ve never exactly been bitten before and if Iâ€™m lucky enough this will be the last time.â€ He chuckled softly as he took a drag from his cigarette. It was probably his imagination but he seemed a little too energetic at the moment for his own good. Because of his strange mood, caused by the drugs more than likely, he then added with a bit of a smile, â€œBy the way, do I get a lollipop after I leave the doctorâ€™s office?â€<br/><br/>Weston might not have seemed it but he really was grateful for the hospitality he was given and that he had a place to heal up as well as get more ammo. Travelling around a lot, constantly being on the move and worrying about whether or not the place he would be resting was safe, he knew that this was hard to come by and he didnâ€™t want to seem like he was taking advantage of it or anything. He certainly was not like that at all. Sure, he was a bit of a joker and doesnâ€™t always seem serious but in truth he was serious as all hell and was just trying to take his mind off his injuries. Whenever he did he seemed to recover faster than when he thought about them all the time. War was definitely not something to joke about.