<strong>Yoatz ~ with Helen and Maddy</strong><br/><br/>Shit!<br/><br/>Too late for some protection just like he thought. He shoved his hands in his front pockets and watched Helen work. He watched until he saw her go for the package labeled syringes.  He looked at his steel toed boots. The ceiling. Turned around pretending he heard the door open.  Looked everywhere but Helen. Specifically, the hand that held the syringe.<br/><br/>Past experience told him what happened after he had a glanced at that sharp point puncturing flesh, and it wasn't gonna be pretty.  He wouldn't remember it. Never did. He'd just open his eyes and be horizontal.  Yeah, not good.<br/><br/>But he did listened to every word she said. He took exception to a few phrases like Helen was saying that he had something to do with those marks on this woman. Which wasn't true.<br/><br/>He wouldn't have wasted his time whipping her or anything else.  There was too many stupid women and too much god forsaken desert to bother with one who wouldn't train for very long. But he didn't say that. He just stood there worried about how sick he might get as he watched Helen walk out to the lab.<br/><br/>"Okay," He called after her.<br/><br/>It took him a few minutes to realize he was standing beside Typhoid Mary or whatever the hell her name was as if catching what she was giving out free was inevitable.  He took another quick gulping breath and held that one too. Maybe if he didn't inhale too many germs at the same time he'd be okay.<br/><br/><br/><br/>