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

a shot into Fitch's arm. Together with Sarah, they shifted

adjacent empty bed.

the system ran diagnostics. There was a string of numbers

screen.

complete. Match success, match

years ago; he had his eye on this

faces, Sarah

checks out, we'll proceed with the experiment tomorrow

"Understood."

on Fitch with an unmistakable

want to abandon everything. She could spend her life just watching him, even if he were to

a coma forever.

body, his world began to swirl into chaos. He was vaguely

but couldn't make out the

was on the phone with Bernard, confirming that the

it gently before giving it a

Patric's arrival has filled in the gaps in

"Seventy percent."

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