test it?

"On who? Those things in the hold are way, way too far gone to be saved." I said, willing my legs to stop shaking as I carefully lowered myself onto the tiled floor.

"I suggest someone already in the compound so we do not waist time." The doctor got a wicked grin on his face. "Well, if the serum does not work, you could always cure them the old fashioned way." I noticed the still thick erection he was trying to hide in the waistband of his scrubs. I wanted to wretch, but if the world was to be saved by a perv, who was I to argue? "And as much as I wish that could be myself, I feel that I am far too valuable to be risked, in any way."

I was shocked. I had figured Good Doctor Philmore had wanted to get inside of me regardless of risk. I steadied my breathing. "How long until you can synthesize the serum, Doctor? We might as well not jump the gun here." I said, rubbing my arms to try and push back the goosebumps of the cold table as I walked over to the chair beside him and steadied myself.

"Synthesize? Here? No my dear, you misunderstand. We'd need a much more elaborate set than the one we have here. My my calculations, one drop of your secretions per LITER, incubated overnight, should provide us with enough weaponized serum to puncture through to either Boston or Providence, whichever we determine would be the easier route; so I may have access to a larger medical facility to properly attempt to create a cure."

Something wasn't right. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was too shaken by the "extraction" process to nail it down. "Okay, doc. So who then?" I asked again, my eyes meeting his just as he snapped off the still moist gloves. He grinned his chubby cheeked grin, and answered.