He took a glance and found no abnormality; then he asked Sarah aside, “Any idea when we'll have the antidote ready?”

“If we're lucky, three months. If not, it could take up to six,” Sarah glanced at the monitors, her brow furrowed in concentration as

the data danced before her eyes.

Fitch asked in concern, "Is there a problem?"

"No. Could you just handthat vial, please? I want to run schecks."

Almost reflexively, he reached for the bottle she was pointing at. Inside was a green liquid. He saw that Sarah moved to another

terminal, and the vial in his hand unexpectedly exploded.

He was unharmed, but his nose wrinkled at the acrid smell that filled the air. He glanced down at the shards in his hand and then

looked up, his vision blurring.

Sarah walked over, helping him lie down as she peeled his eyelids back for a quick examination. Turning to the person beside her,

she said, "We're good to go."

protective helmet, revealing a face Fitch recognized instantly:

a syringe from nearby and administered a shot into Fitch's arm. Together with Sarah, they shifted

adjacent empty bed.

system ran diagnostics. There

screen.

Match success, match

he had

Sarah reviewed

data and analyze it. If everything checks out, we'll

"Understood."

fulfilling the mission, though her gaze lingered on Fitch with an unmistakable yearning.

could spend her life just watching

a coma forever.

the syringe spread through Fitch's body, his world began to swirl into chaos. He was

voices around him but couldn't make

Bernard, confirming that the preparations were complete. Bernard,

it gently before giving

Patric's arrival has filled in the gaps in

"Seventy percent."

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