Lis looked up at him gloomily, and this look explained everything without words.
Kors’ face twisted.
“I suspected all this time, but didn’t want to believe. This cough of yours… what's with Karina?!”
“Nik said, I can't infect anyone yet. And he will heal me. So fuck off.”
“He should have cured himself for a start! I'll talk to my doctor, find some good medicines for you!”
“He cannot be given medicine,” Nikto intervened, “then bleeding will begin in the stomach so much that you cannot stop it.”
“Yes…” Kors could hardly restrain himself from cursing. “What's with the stomach?”
“That's really fucked up there,” said Nikto.
“And hepatitis? It too?”
“What's this? Kors, you just throw in the names of diseases, I don't know the names, especially in black,” said Nikto displeased.
“This is what you and the prince had. I cured Arel in the Prison Hospital.”
“I seem to have infected him again,” Nikto said. “If you mean it.”
“I don’t have it,” said Lis. “I always use only my syringe, and I don't give it to anyone.”
“I injected Arel with my syringe,” said Nikto.
“Are you crazy?” Kors looked at him with undisguised horror.
“I’ll cure everyone. What are you afraid of? You're not going to inject yourself with my syringe. Otherwise, you will not get infected, only through blood.”
“Do you think I'll take drugs with you?”
“Yes.”
“Demon, are yourself?”
“Not really,” Nikto laughed. “Not myself. I am in your son.”
“Damn, I am now afraid to sit next to you! What was I just thinking about!”
“Kors, don't be silly. Lis is not contagious. And Karina. Only through a syringe can you get infected from me, and even then I'm not sure. Don't bitch out so openly.”
“This is not fear, but common sense.”
“I'll cure everyone. You are behaving like a child!”
“Although…” Kors thought. “There is some logic in this, you are a Demon. Dead people, dangerous addictions. It's not for you to grow flowers, in fact…”
Nikto looked at Marcus, who was still kneeling in front of them, and it was clear that he couldn’t bear it all, hear all this, and he was completely crushed and disoriented.
“By the way! This fauna,” said Nikto, “is it all kinds of plants? And the mushrooms? Can he grow mushrooms?”
“Fuck you mushrooms!” Lis remarked irritably.
“Fooljumpers.”
“Nik, take off his gloves.”
“He’s a slave.”