"Open your mouth and say ‘ahh’ for me, please," Tighnari directs, putting the mouth mirror inside your mouth and inspecting the gums. He withdraws the tool before pulling out an ophthalmoscope to check the status of your eyes. They’re… dead. As in, dead.

He scratches the back of his ears. Tighnari pulls out his notepad, asking questions about how you’ve been feeling after you were exposed to the virus. After his little short survey, the botanist notices something… eerie.

There flower buds atop of your ear, vines coming out of the under-eye, as well as your skin having a green undertone to it. He gulps, eyes squinting and he bites his bottom lip.