He seeks to do what Rhodes Island has not — to find a cure. He said infecting himself was a mandatory action, that he would need to conduct experiments and wouldn't feel comfortable doing them to me.

[He sighs, shakes his head, and sets aside the cloth. It looks to him like the blood is gone, so now he's just going to exit the bathroom and sit at the desk in the corner. He needs to think of a way to write "hey don't touch the rock on my face" politely.]

I realise I'm the only Infected person here, but I do wish that extreme measures wouldn't be taken for me. As far as we know, the dead come back here. It should matter little if I am cured or not.

[Elliot, do you need a hug?]