Someone else, a security guard

In the laboratory wing, Mary, Kelly and Holly are getting ready to break for the day. It’s been a long one, and Mary rubs the center of her forehead in a futile attempt to ease her headache. The trio have run dozens of tests on blood and urine samples from patients, but a surprising number of results have featured abnormalities that none of them can figure out. They’ll have to check with their supervisor tomorrow.

Mary is looking at the latest odd sample through her microscope, so the 30-something Indian doesn’t notice the dazed security guard when he enters. Jason leans against a wall, his mind foggy. God, he is never getting lunch at Carl’s again. Or at least not for a while. The pulled pork had been extra good today, with some unidentifiable spice note in the barbecue sauce, but he’d had trouble focusing all afternoon. Being around coworker after coworker had been arousing, women he never had thought of sexually before. Their eyes, their breasts, the flare of their hips, their voices in the halls, fuck, he swore they even smelled different. Intoxicating.

Jason had come down here because … actually, he doesn’t remember why. Maybe because it’s usually quiet so he can shake off the thickness in his head. And maybe to see if any of the lab techs had seen strange test results. And maybe to be alone with the lab techs.

Studious Mary; tall, redheaded Holly, quietly moving from test to test; and Kelly, the Korean with glasses who always seemed to have a quip ready in the few times he’s been here before. Jason doesn’t remember them being so cute before, so … fuckable.