[From here.]

Damnit, the rash on his arm was getting itchy again...

Walking down the long stretch of the main hallway, Sechs resisted the urge to dig his fingers into his sleeve, but he made sure to check his afflicted arm to make sure there were no monstrous changes going on. So far he was still the same, organic and nearly sick as the proverbial dog. He was more than halfway through his trip to the Medical Wing, if he could get to that X-Ray Room without any interruptions...

[To here.]