Chapter 1
Dr. Ambrose looked at the comatose man in the bed. Another one. A marine recently arrived home, honourably discharged, had managed to get home in one piece, only to end up like this.
Five. Five people in the last three months appeared in the hospital in a comatose state. All of them in perfect health, no medical reason to explain the problem.
There was something wrong about this. There was something really weird going on, and the worse thing: there was nothing he could do about it.
He needed help, this could not be a coincidence. He just hoped his friend could help.
Gibbs was working on his boat, measuring a piece of wood that he was going to cut. He then heard someone entering his home and walking towards the basement. He raised his head to see Ambrose.
" It's been a while. " He said.
" Yes. It has. I would apologize about it, but it would only make ou cranky. " The man had dark spots under his eyes, he looked worried, this was not a social visit.
" Something troubling you? "
" I think so. " The doctor said.
Ambrose was an average looking man, not short, not tall, His face was not too round or too squared, his eyes were warm brown. His light brown hair was cut short. He walked down the stairs and sat on the stool, looking at the boat his friend was building.
A jar with bourbon appeared next to him. He took it in his hands but didn't drink it.
" I think something weird is going on Jethro. And it might be something that you'll need to look at. " He took a file from the messenger bag he carried everywhere. It wasn't one of the hospital's files. This one he put it together himself.
He dropped it on the table, Gibbs took it and opened, reading.
" I know that you're no doctor Jethro, but this has been bothering me. Something is wrong with these cases, something in my gut tells me that they're not natural. And there's nothing I can do to help them. "
Gibbs placed the file in the table again.
" I'll look in to it. Ask to our ME to look in to it too. "
" Good, maybe he can have an idea about what is causing this. " Said the middle-aged doctor, nodding slowly.
The man drank the bourbon with one swift motion. He placed the now empty jar on the table, standing up. Then walking up the stairs.
" See you later Jethro. I gotta head home and try to get some sleep. "
" I'll call you Ambrose. "
" Thanks. " He said, before leaving the basement and the house.