He cornered you in the cell. The cold sterile walls felt suffocating as he closed the space between you both. How did you get the pestilence? He always claimed you were clean, you hadn't gotten it - yet, as he always says- everyone will get it eventually

"Don't run, I have to cure you." He strides to you, his hand about to reach for your neck. "I'm sorry, I should've made sure you didn't fall ill." His voice was almost remorseful but he had to keep his emotions out of the equation.