(First signs of the disease is a soar throat, bloodshot eyes and rashes.)
Aki trembled as he mixed the potions together, inhaling the sickly sweet scent. He tested it carefully, nothing. Absolutely nothing. He screamed in despair, throwing it across the room. There was a knock and he looks up. One of the physicians enter. "Master Magician?" She says softly. The title made him freeze. He looks up. "What… what did you say?" He whispers, his eyes widening in fear. Her eyes are soft. "He's… he's gone…" Aki stood before he broke down the hall, towards where the patients were being held. The last thing he saw was his masters still face being covered by a blanket. Aki choked, gasping for air as he fell to his knees.
"Sir! You can't be here! You'll get sick!" The physician grabbed him, pulling him away while he screamed, he cried. He had lost everything and now his master was gone. He was pulled back to his lab and placed in a chair as he sobbed into his hands. "We must focus on the task at hand now." The woman says softly. "I know you're grieving but we… we have to find a cure."
Aki sobbed into his hand before nodding, rubbing away the tears. He had no time to mourn. But he did, internally at least. He threw himself into his work, not caring for his health anymore, only focused on finding a cure. His master was gone. He wasn't going to let it happen to anyone else.