The nurse, Ms. Kelly Sanderson, let herself into room 210. It was her first actual assignment at the University. She'd gotten so excited. There was almost no reason; the University Hospital was 60 feet away from the University, her partner had been doing this for 3 weeks, and all she had to do was initiate the proper procedures for giving DNA shots. But still. She was one step closer to becoming a world famous doctor.

The room was very dim. Unlike most rooms at the University Hospital, it had to be this way. Any trace of UV in the light could damage the DNA, so the light was as non-fluorescent as you get. There was a small desk and a fridge that held the DNA and the needle. In the middle of the room was a little red-head. The girl had to be less than six years old, and she obviously had her parents doing everything she wanted. Why else would a child be undergoing an injection that cost 15,000 dollars? Rich people these days made Kelly sick. But, it was the rich people that would make her famous.

Kelly scooted up beside Monty, who was studying the charts from previous injections. He barely glanced at her. Then he thumped the folder down and sighed.

"The splices from cats don't go…"

"Yeah, I read the e-mail." There was an uncomfortable silence. Then Monty headed toward the fridge. He took out the micro liter of DNA and mixed it with the solution that would temporarily dispose of the complimentary genes in the child. At least, it was supposed to be temporary…

"Did you give her the anesthetic?" Kelly glanced at the child. The IV line was in, the gas was flowing, the monitor was doing it's job, the girl's eyes were closed…what a stupid question.

"Yup. She's totally unconscious. We can give it to her anytime." Monty fixed his glasses.

"Monty…all the others…the ones that took the cats…"

"They never made it…"

"She's the youngest!"

"It'll be more violent…"

"Monty… do you think we should give it to her?"

"They paid. They signed the release forms. What's the worst that can happen?"

"She could…"

"Besides that." Silence

"We better give it to her. She's in the last batch anyway. Why only cats? Are we liable?" More silence. Just the beep of the monitor.

"She's young. Maybe she has a better chance…"

"Alright. Before we change our minds…"

Kelly and Monty, both dreaming to be world renowned doctors, stepped towards the table. Monty closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then pressed the needle into the child's vein. Kelly winced. They both began counting. …thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five! Not a muscle twitched.

"Monty! We did it!" Kelly was squealing and her eyes were huge. Monty was laughing and hugging Kelly.

"Yes!Yes!" They did a little dance. The monitor behind them began to beep faster. BPM was halfway between 75 and 190. Kelly uttered a sound that was kinda like a dying mouse. The doctors gripped their hopes, watching the child. Don't move. Don't move! The girl twitched. Her right arm was flexing slightly.

"Shit! Monty, grab her!" They ran to the side of the girl and grabbed various body parts.

"Support her head Kelly! Push her knees down! God, the worst's not here yet…" Monty yelped when the girl right elbow jammed his nose.

"GRAB HER!" Kelly was crying. Monty was putting his whole weight into supporting the girls limbs. They tried to stabilize her, tried to keep her away fom the cold, hard table. The girl flailed and thrashed, still unconscious. After three minutes or so, she fell limp. Realization slapped the doctors in the face.

"We've lost her."