“Nurse. Tell me, do you keep any solid food in the hive at all?”
“We do,” she nodded. “There’s a large storage in the bottom levels, usually to feed captured creatures.” For some reason unknown to him, she felt the need to bow. “Not that you’re a prisoner of course. I can arrange to have a list brought up if you’re hungry-“
Nigel shook his head urgently. “There’s no time. Quickly nurse, do you store melons?”
“Melons?
“Yes, Melons,” he stressed. “Watermelon, Honey-dews, Rock-melon, Cantaloupes! Do you. Have. Any. Melons?”
“I-I think we may have some,” she looked around hurriedly, before attempting to smile again. “Would you like me to get you some melon if we do?”
He went pale, the nurse’s eyes widening in alarm.
“No!” he rasped. “Chop every melon in half, keep each half at least five meters apart, and then burn them to make sure. That is the only way!”
She stared at him, before her head slowly tilted. “Are you sure that you’re okay, sir?” He didn’t reply, staring back at her with unblinking eyes. Slowly, the nurse backed away towards the door. “I’ll… I’ll go and take care of it right away.” With that, she was gone, leaving him alone with half a jug of water and his sudden, irrational fear of melons.
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