Rene just grinned at her, flashing his sharp pointed teeth.

"Rocky." he said.

"Your body is luscious. Your smell is divine." he told her. "I've wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you." he admitted further, though it was hardly a shocking revelation.

"I cannot hold it back ANY LONGER!" he exclaimed.

"I WILL HAVE YOU!" he declared.

With that, he launched himself towards her again, aiming for her... well, just her. It seemed he didn't care where he caught her, he just wanted to catch her. To have her.

"Aw, c'mon!" Rene said.

"Just try me! Try me as a man and you'll crave more! Like I crave you!" he told her.

"Or use a potion! You've done it before! You can make it so that I'm your type!" he reminded her, sounding more and more crazed, and more and more desperate by the second.

"When did this start? Who cares!?" he then exclaimed.

"All that matters is here and now! Where there's a man and a woman together!" he finished, before dashing at her again, but this time, he attempted to fake her out, so he could grab her by the legs.

Rene didn't respond. At least, not vocally. Instead, he launched himself off of her, and landed in a bit of a heap, clutching at his head.

"No! Get away from me!" he exclaimed.

"It's not safe!" he said.

"I'll do anything to get what I want! I'll hurt you! I don't want to do that!" he then exclaimed.

"It's been like this since Melanie Davids tried to force herself on me at the hospital!" he added, quivering and shaking.

Again, she was met with silence.

A creepy, ominous silence that seemed to hang over her head... as though she were in a horror movie. The pungent smell of blood didn't seem to help that, either.

However, after about 5 seconds, she heard someone.

A male voice.

Andrew.

"Heeeey, Rocky!" she heard him call out, though his voice wasn't extremely loud. And it sounded oddly nonplussed. It came from the den area of the house, and when she4 approached the room, what she saw almost horrified her.

The room was a complete and utter mess. The furniture was destroyed and dishevelled, and blood stained everything around her. However, what really caught her eye, was Andrew. He was in the centre of the room. He was on a mess of pillows and rugs, looking slashed and pierced up. Alarmingly so.

"Hello there, Rocky." he greeted her with a small wave.

"Good question." Andrew replied.

"She's just really been on edge lately." he said.

"I suggested to her that she might do some yoga to help, and she just... snapped and tore everything apart, including me, before leaving." he explained, sighing deeply at the end.

"This is... bothersome." he mumbled.

"Ever since she had to help get Mrs. Davids off of Rene, she's been acting weird. Getting worse and worse."

Andrew just sighed.

"Any medic that touches me is doomed." he said. "Seems this thing is spread through contact, whatever it is." he told her.

"...anyway, I'm cool. It's cool." he then added, smiling softly. "I'm starting to heal up. Whatever Anna did to me, seems she at least had the foresight and wherewithal to include some healing measures." he continued.

"Hurts like a bugger, but I can feel my wounds closing up as we speak." he explained.

"....Rocky, I'm serious, whatever's happening is frightening." he then told her, his eyes a more true green now.

"Don't let anyone acting weird touch you. You'll be infected if you do." he warned her, unaware of just how her previous encounter had gone.

Andrew just sighed quietly.

"The slashes across my stomach." he replied.

"And the holes in my feet." he added.

"I think they might be septic." he reasoned.

He then sighed again, and looked at the ceiling.

"...admittedly, it's peaceful here like this." he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

"You helped." Andrew responded.

"I can tell. I should make a full recovery now." he assured her.

"You should wash up." he then said.

"You said it's too late for you on whatever all THIS is, but... you should wipe the junk off of your body." he went on.

"...though whatever's happening shouldn't be too bad for you." he then said.

"You're an easy-going happy person, so... it should be cool."

Andrew just smiled softly.

"Whatever's whatever. It's all good, it's cool." he said.

It was clear that the chill aspect of him was being amplified, and he didn't really care too much about anything, in terms of worrying.

However, he then closed his eyes tightly, and shook his head.

"Yes. a flatter surface would be better." he told her.

"Bed, couch, whatever. Just so I'm flat on my back, and not on an uneven surface like this one." he got out.

"...please. Be careful, Rocky." he then managed to say.

"......" Andrew was silent, before just slightly nuzzling into her.

"Mm." he muttered.

"You're nice and warm." he said.

"I feel the heat. It's nice and soothing and comforting." he went on, before pausing.

"....are you all right?" he asked, in a moment of clarity.