Take control

Lucille's eyes widened as Cyrus spoke; "I think you're right. I think there's a chance the this "virus" might be taking control of it's host." The eyes of the man on the table shot open without fluttering or blinking; the iris was drained of any color - they were visibly, only white. Lucille immediately began to flash and move a light, seeing if they eyes were responsive, but the man suddenly seized before all brain activity went silent. After inspecting and running several tests, she placed all of her instruments back into a suitcase and draped a sheet over the body. She turned to Cyrus with a smile, rather than a negative expression; "We have made some chilling discoveries. How do you suggest we celebrate?"