Jed Calvert is aliiiiiiivvve! part 2

Who: Jed Calvert and Rosette LaChance
Where: TransMed building, Earth
When: After Jed and Rosette fell down the stairs
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Jed remembered the crash. All the bodies laying around. Men, women,
children, all dead. Blood leaking out of their bodies. Fresh, red
blood. Tasty blood.
"NO!" He called out. "No! I need alcohol!"
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He opened his eyes and Rosette was looking at him. She'd regained
consciousness and was staring at him.
"Need... alcohol..." he said. His accent was still different. As far
as Rosette knew, Jed Calvert was a Texan, with a thick Texan accent,
but now he spoke with only a mild American accent.
"Alcohol..." he repeated.
"Yeah yeah, we both need a drink." Rosette said. "But lets get out of
this burning hospital first."
"It's ...important...."
"I'm sure there's plenty of pubs... outside." She said, and pointed.
Jed nodded. Then waited and wondered why Rosette wasn't moving.
"Well get off my legs then!!" She shouted, and Jed scrambled to his
feet. In the fall down the stairs he had fallen on top of her and not
realised.
They ran down a corridor as a fireball erupted behind them. It set
the walls on fire and several rooms they passed also seemed to
explode outwards. They passed a scientist on fire and neither of them
had the time or the inclination to save him.
"They have been doing some freaky experiments in this place." Rosette
said as they ran.
Jed nodded. "Tell me about it... I've been here before."
This caught Rosettes attention but she didn't have time to ask. "We
need to get to the ground floor." She said.
"Which floor are we on?" Jed asked.
Rosette shrugged, but as they ran past a glass window they could see
the tops of skyscrapers and assumed they were quite high up.
They found a lift that seemed to be still working. "Is this a good
idea?" Rosette asked, but Jed pushed her inside.
"All the other ways are blocked." He said.
As the lift descended it allowed them both to catch their breath. A
long moment of silence was broken when Jed spoke.
"You came to kill me." He said in his American accent.
Rosette didn't say anything.
"You should have." He said flatly.
Rosette didn't know what to say to that. She thought about nodding,
but then didn't.
Suddenly, Jed doubled over in pain. He shouted out in agony and
clutched his stomach.
"Are you okay?" Rosette said. She remembered back only a few minutes
when she too had felt some strange sensation in her body. They WERE
in some sort of medical research building, and she hoped that they
both hadn't contracted some new dangerous disease.
"I...need.... alcohol." Jed said again.
Rosette rolled her eyes. "You're such a drunk!"
"No..." he said, then clutched his chest in agony. "I became an
alcoholic for a very good reason..."
"What?"
"Because... it's better than the alternative!" he fell to his knees
in the lift and snapped his head back. Rosette could see the veins in
his neck almost glowing with green blood, and it freaked her out. She
wondered if he was about to explode or something. That would be
horrible in the close proximity of the lift.
Jed started to remember things about himself in the pain. Ever since
he survived the crash on the moon where Annie had appeared to him for
the first time, he'd not remembered anything from before that. He
couldn't remember his childhood, or his teenage years, or getting
into SpaceCorps after College.
But now he could. He remembered it all... he remembered signing up
and being assigned to his first ship. The 'SCS York'. He'd risen up
the ranks far faster than anyone had ever thought possible. He was
bright, he was hard-working, he was likeable, he was almost the
perfect SpaceCorps officer.
But then came the accident.
The ship crashed and bodies laid around him. Bodies of the crew and
their children. Bodies oozing with thick red blood. Tasty blood...
"I need whiskey now!" He screamed out. He fell to the floor and
started to shake. Rosette pressed herself against the far side of the
elevator, hoping that he wouldn't go crazy and try to murder him.
"There;s no whiskey here... we're..." she looked at the display above
the door. "Jesus. We're 18 floors up, this elevator is taking ages!
We'll get you some Whiskey soon."
"Alcohol. Any kind of alcohol! I need to take away the taste"
Rosette let her hands grip her knives. She wondered if she should
kill him now, in pre-emptive self-defence. It might even put him out
of his misery. But stabbing a man doubled over in pain just ...didn't
seem right.
"It's too late. I can taste it." Jed screamed.
"Taste what?"
"Bloooooood!!!!"
Something exploded out of his shoulder blade. It made Rosette jump
and she had to sidestep to avoid it. It was a leg, a thin black leg
that hinged in two places. Another leg sprouted from his other
shoulder blade, and two more from his ribs. They were covered in a
green mucus.
Very slowly, Jed stood up, using these new spider-like legs to steady
himself. He had stopped screaming, and just stared at Rosette. Not
with two eyes, but with eight. The new eyes seemed to just appear on
his face, and were shiny and black, just like a Hymenoptera's.
In the cramped lift, there wasn't much space between them, but Jed
(or whatever he now was) stepped even closer to Rosette.
"I want to taste your red blooood!" He said in an
American/Hymenopteran accent.
<Tag Andy! How does Rosette get out of the lift? Or does she?>