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- >The centrifuge spins the test tubes around and around.
- >As they spin, you write down more notes on each of the possible cures.
- >You'll need some sort of regenerative property to negate his rapidly deteriorating muscular system.
- >A way to fight the disease into submission so that your one year old son can have a chance of living.
- >You think back to the way he looked at you from the hospital bed.
- >He wanted the pain to stop.
- >Fluttershy could have seen it too, had she not been so hysterical.
- >Those nurses and doctors don't even know what they're doing.
- >But you...
- >You can cure him.
- >The centrifuge stops spinning and you turn to it, taking out the four possible cures and place them in the rack.
- >Now you just need test subjects.
- >Looking around the lab, you see a hamster cage with three hamsters.
- >It'll have to do.
- >You move it over to your work station and separate them into three different cages.
- >Just to be safe, after all, you haven't the slightest idea what the side effects could be.
- >The best cure should heal a wound within ten to twenty minutes.
- >You reach down into the first hamster's cage and grab it.
- >It looks at you as you hold it.
- "This is for science... Sorry, friend."
- >With a quick movement, you break its leg.
- >The light snap sound mixed with the squeal it makes is almost too unbearable for you.
- >You manage to compose yourself and drop it back down.
- >It is limping, a sign that it is hurt.
- >Now it's time to test cure number one.
- >Popping off the top of the first test tube, you pick up the syringe and suck up some of the fluid.
- >Then you hold it up and squeeze it a little bit to get the air out of it.
- >That's the last thing you need, to be pumping air into his body.
- >You reach down into the cage and grab the hamster once again.
- >His trust has obviously been broken since last time you held him, and he tries to struggle.
- >As he struggles, you stab the needle into his lower back and push the first cure into him.
- >You quickly let go of him and retract your arms.
- >Placing the syringe on the desk, you pick up the notepad and pen to take notes on his behavior.
- >For the first few minutes, he does nothing but limp around.
- >But then he stops completely.
- >His body starts to shake and puss seeps from his eyes and nose.
- >He voids his bowels and dies nearly seconds later.
- >Cure number one is a no-go.
- >You slide the cage containing the dead hamster to the right for autopsy later, and slide the next one down.
- >Cure number two is next...
- >Performing the same process again, you sit down, prepared to document what happens.
- >This hamster starts limping like the other did.
- >It limps around for a while and then you start to notice a growth on the leg.
- >Leaning forward to get a better look, you see that the tissue around the leg is pulling itself back together.
- >This is incredible!
- >It's exactly what you need!
- >Just as you're nearing the peak of excitement, you notice that the leg has not stopped building itself.
- >It now forms a second leg from that leg.
- >And a third from that.
- >This is insane...
- >You continue writing down what is happening and then the hamster completely stops moving.
- >That one didn't work either.
- >Shit.
- >This isn't good.
- >There's only one more hamster left.
- >What will you do after that?
- >Listen to yourself.
- >There's no time for thinking, your son has been given an estimate of a week to live.
- >You move the hamster cage over with the other one to later find out what happened on the inside.
- >Sliding the last hamster over, you prepare the next cure.
- >You break his leg like you did the others and inject him with the third cure.
- >With fingers crossed, you click the pen and start writing.
- >The hamster doesn't seem to change much within the first few minutes.
- >It just stands there looking around the lab.
- >But when you watch it move, it seems to be walking differently.
- >Spinning the cage around, you see that its leg has been severed at the joint.
- >You didn't make that happen.
- >All you did was break it at the middle.
- >After writing down a little bit more, you observe that the hamster is completely fine after its body completely severed the broken limb.
- >If your son had a broken bone that would never heal, then this would be great.
- >But you don't want his body to completely sever the bad pieces.
- >As you continue to watch the hamster, something strange happens.
- >It is drinking out of a tiny bottle when the bottle suddenly explodes.
- >Scribbling that down, you continue to watch the hamster.
- >Nothing else of importance happens after watching for a few hours.
- >Exhausted, you look over at the fourth vial.
- >It's that, or your son dies.
- >Why couldn't there have been four hamsters?
- >Scanning the lab once more, you hope to see if there could be another test subject.
- >Your eyes stop once seeing a mirror.
- >Well...
- >You are the closest thing DNA-wise to your son.
- >That would make you the best subject to test on, having most of the same molecular structure as your son.
- >Turning around in your chair, you pop off the top of the last test tube.
- >Then you take a syringe and suck up a little bit into it.
- >It shouldn't take much.
- >Even if you do this...
- >How will you be able to know if it has worked?
- >You look down at your desk and see a small scalpel.
- >You pick it up and look at it.
- >This is crazy.
- >About to injure yourself just to see if this will work.
- >But...
- >It's for your son's life.
- >You shake your head.
- >Then raise the scalpel.
- >And quickly stab down into your leg.
- >You let out a an angry growl as you try to keep composure.
- >The pain is unreal as you yank it out of your leg.
- >The area around where you stabbed starts to get warm quickly.
- >Wasting no time, you squeeze the air out of the syringe and inject it into your arm.
- >The instant you feel the cold sensation of the fluid passing through your veins, you fearfully regret it.
- >You grit your teeth as a sudden pain shoots through your body.
- >Falling out of the chair, you try to grab on to things to help yourself get back up.
- >All you manage to do is pull papers and things off the table and onto the floor.
- >The pounding pain makes it too hard to crawl anywhere.
- >You look up and the last thing you see before blackness is yourself in the mirror.
- >You awake on the cold lab floor.
- >When you sit up, you feel no pain in your leg.
- >Fearfully, you look down to see if you even have your leg.
- >You do.
- >A bloodstain is on your pant leg where the stab wound is.
- >Slowly, you remove your pants to further inspect the area.
- >Once they are completely off, a smile appears on your face.
- >Absolutely no sign of pain being inflicted is seen anywhere on your skin.
- >You've done it!
- >YOU'VE FUCKING DONE IT!
- "I'VE DONE IT! I'VE FOUND THE CURE!"
- >Standing up, you look down at your desk.
- >Shit.
- >Both the vials and the papers are cluttered around on the ground.
- >The vials have been shattered and all mix together on the floor.
- >The papers containing the chemical formulas of all four of them are covered in your blood.
- >Oh no.
- >Quickly picking them up, you inspect them to see if the cure's formula is damaged.
- >All four papers are barely legible.
- >Fuck fuck fuck!
- >Your son only has a week to live, and the cure to his ailment is on one of these blood drenched papers!
- >Looking down to the tiny puddle of chemicals, you develop an idea.
- >Rushing over to the wall, you grab a dropper from the container.
- >When you come back, you suck up a bit of the combined chemicals.
- >If one of the four chemicals combined in this can cause cell regeneration, it should be able to combat the other three's effects.
- >Just to make sure, you roll your chair over to the microscope and put a tiny drop of the combined chemicals under it.
- >You look in it to see a purple substance consuming most of the other things.
- >Scooting over to the right where a second microscope is, you take a syringe from the desk there and clean it off.
- >Then you take a tiny sample of your blood and put it under the microscope.
- >The same purple is seen floating with your white blood cells, as a sort of back up defense that speeds up the process of regeneration.
- >This is fantastic.
- >You wheel back over to the combination of the four chemicals and look into it.
- >The purple consumes most of the red, which is the second attempt at the cure.
- >However, the purple only slightly covers the green and blue, which are the first and third attempts at the cure.
- >So...
- >If you were to give your son this.
- >There would be a great chance his body would regenerate itself and he would be healed.
- >On the off chance, he seeps puss from his eyes and nose and his body severs the pieces it thinks are not strong enough.
- >This is a terrible decision for a father to make.
- >You take the chemicals you are looking at under the microscope and put them into a cleaned vial.
- >It's barely enough for a tiny shot, but given the strength of it, it should be fine.
- >When you stand with the vial and a clean syringe, you run through everything in your head once again.
- >The chances you're taking.
- >The risks you're making.
- >But...
- >If this works, you'll have your son back.
- >With a deep breath, you say to yourself as if you were talking to your son.
- "I'm going to save your life son."
- Eight years later...
- >"Just hold still, it will only hurt for a little bit."
- >A needle appears.
- >"Mr. Anonymous, we've already told you that visiting hours are over."
- >A table is thrown.
- >"Quiet son, just be quiet. You're going to be all better soon."
- >A light sting is felt on your arm.
- >Then a cooling sensation as something moves throughout your body.
- >The cooling suddenly turns to a burning feeling.
- >Everything turns red.
- >All you see is redness and all you hear is a constant screeching sound.
- >The screeching becomes clearer and louder until finally it strikes your ears and your eyes open.
- >You put your hand on the alarm clock to stop it.
- >Then you slide out of bed, waking the dog with the sound your hooves make as they hit the hardwood floor.
- >Your dog, Buster, jumps up on the bed and wags his tail happily.
- >As you pat his head a little bit, you speak to him.
- "Just another nightmare, boy."
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