Stuck In Quarantine

As Midnight grapples with her changes, in the nurses office, so too does Recovery Girl begin to see things differently. She smiles brightly at Jiro, currently sitting on one of her beds. Her cheeks burn red at the fact she allowed herself to be infected, her pride having taken a hit. Though she's a professional, and as a professional she won't let that slow down her research. "Sorry about that dear... I guess I did jump the gun a bit in trying to cure you..." She gestures down to her taller and more youthful body. "Looks like we're in this together."

Jiro's eyes go wide. "No... not you too..." Again, it seems the infection has followed her, latching onto another of her peers.

Recovery Girl waves a hand dismissively. "Oh don't worry about me, I hardly feel sick. In fact, whatever this is seems to have helped my joints, I almost feel young again!" She laughs. Jiro gives a faint smile, but still seems stressed, much more so than the nurse. "Anyway... now that I'm compromised, I suppose I don't need to be as cautious around you, maybe we can use this for further research..." She ponders, looking down at her clipboard. "You wouldn't mind going through a few more tests would you?"

As the time ticks by, Recovery Girl and Jiro lock themselves in the room, both in agreement that they can't let their affliction spread. No longer worried for her own safety, Recovery Girl hums cheerfully as she draws blood from the punk girl's arm. "This should be the last sample I need."

Jiro rubs her arm after, watching as the nurse heads over to her little makeshift chemistry station, placing the vial of blood in some unknown machine. "What are you doing?" She asks.

"Hm? Oh, I'm just testing your blood for any foreign material dear. Usually I'd send this to a lab for testing, but given our... predicament, I have to do it here. It'll take a while, but eventually we should be able to have a better idea of what is really affecting us." Recovery Girl seems talkative... her demeanor having taken a complete 180 from her old worn out self. Now she seems full of energy, and despite still looking older, there's a certain... allure about her that Jiro can't help but appreciate...

As she watches the youthful heroine, that burning in her stomach grows in intensity. She blushes, and puts a hand to her waist. She bites her lip, a drop of sweat running down her cheek as the heat spreads... "Hey Miss-"