Although the experts and doctors assured Tommy it was just a reaction to the weather patterns and nothing to be concerned about, he was still annoying all the staff with his proclamations of his sure to be forthcoming death. ((open thread))
"Hey, if you want to hang out on your true love's grave and die of consumption, follow your bliss. But I'm telling you, there isn't any illness to cure."
"I'm very good at what I do, and so are the other people who looked at you." Isabel said matter of factly "If you want, I can get you some juice, or a snack."
"Its the way my power works." Isabel said with a shrug "I pull the disease out, and I either have to give it to someone else or get it myself. Usually lab rats. But since you want to be sick, and I actually like lab rats......"
"Everyone is going to die eventually. Since you aren't a shapeshifter, and you don't have a healing factor, I'm guessing that you aren't going to live much beyond human normal. So, eighty or ninety years."