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Chapter 10

Dr. James' POV

Harold James was pacing back and forth impatiently, constantly throwing nervous glances towards the exam table where the poor young guy lay. He was still unconcious. Dr. James felt a little bit shaky at the image of Bellamy Blake screaming into his gag in agony while the doctor himself was forcing the huge needle into the tender area of the boy's temple. Four hours had passed since the painful operation now, but it seemed to the doctor like it had happened just five minutes ago.

He did this to him. He could blame Cage for all of that, but it was him who had caused all the pain.

He kept telling himself he was a coward. He had every right to refuse to do the operation, didn't he? But no, instead he was afraid of Cage and what would happen to him if he refused Cage's direct orders.

"How long is it going to take? I don't have much time for this", said an exasperated Cage.

"Well, his vitals are finally stable ... so I guess he's going to wake up at any moment now", mumbled Dr. James. He really didn't like Cage's disdainful behaviour towards their patient. After putting the boy literally through hell he didn't even want to take his time to check whether the boy was ok? Dr. James knew that his boss was there just to briefly check on the boy's reaction to the newly designed "medicament" - if you could even call it that.

The more time passed, the more worried Dr. James bekame. What if something had went wrong? At least, Bellamy Blake was breathing, and his heart rate was also strong.

Unlike the elderly man, Dr. Tsing, who was sitting at a small table and lazily sipping some coffee, didn't seem to worry about anything right now. Actually, she couldn't hold back her excitement as she waited for their Young patient to join the world of the living.

"So ... do you think it has really worked?", she asked Cage.

"Let's say ... I'm sure to eighty percent. I'd hired some of the greatest scientists we had to create this stuff, remember?"

Dr. Tsing grinned.

Harold honestly wanted to wipe that grin off her face. Of course he knew what she was looking forward. They had informed him of the whole complicated plan. And the medicament was the key to that. He knew it was designed to manipulate the human mind. And it was just cruel. A sudden wave of rage surged through his body.

"With due respect, this is madness! You injected the poor guy in order to manipulate him? And to use him as a decoy afterwards? He isn't an animal! And all these other people at the camp ... they didn't deserve this! You cannot just bring all of them here and use their blood and marrow!"

An awkward silence followed. Then Cage slowly turned towards the elderly doctor. His face was tense as he forced a taunting, and also dangerous looking smile.

"Oh yes we can, dear Doctor. And we will. Actually you should really be glad about this little mission, because as you know, the marrow of the strangers out there will heal all of us. Including you, Dr. James ... if you play nice, of course. If you want to rot in this sticky building till the end of your days, you can do that. Well, we won't. And this guy here" - he pointed at Bellamy - "is our big chance to finally walk out into the sun, to breath in an actual air without being killed by radiation. Which means: we are going to send him back to the camp and let him bring all of these dumb teenagers to Mount Weather. And you know what? He is going to do all we want. The medicament will make sure he is, and you can't do anything about that, Doctor!"

Dr. James cringed. Telling him twice what they were about to do wouldn't change his mind. He still thought it was cruel. Especially towards Bellamy. He knew that the new medicament was supposed to correct all of the disfunctions concerning the brain, so maybe the boy would be able to move all of his body parts again, and also regain his memories at least. But it also had the ability to manipulate a human. So, it was clear Cage didn't heal him out of kindness. He wanted to use him. And honestly, how can you call it a life - or a second chance - if you are not supposed to make your own decisions? How can someone live properly if he is constantly being forced to follow someone else's orders whether he likes it or not?

Suddenly there was a weak grown coming from the exam table.

"Now, look who's awake", smirked Cage in the derisive manner of his ...

Bellamy's POV

He had a terrible headache. It was killing him. A moment ago he was still floating in a warm and pieceful darkness, and seconds later his skull seemed to be exploding from an incredible pain. In the middle of the darkness there were bright white and yellow stars dancing in front of him. What the hell was going on? He was shivering from cold but also burning from a certain heat at the same time ... And there was a funny feeling rising towards his throat alarmingly fast ... wait, it was actually hurting.

Before he knew it Bellamy was already on his right side and puking. There seemed to be no end to it. There was a shrill beeping in his ears. It was hurting so much that he thought it was going to deafen him. His eyes were trully hurting now too. It felt as if his eyeballs were being ripped out by force.

What was wrong with him? Everything hurt so much. And it felt as if something - or someone - was holding him lightly on the both sides of his head. But he still couldn't see or hear someone.

Finally, the beeping in his ears seemed to cease. He still had strong headache and his eyeballs were throbbing with pain, but now he could decipher a male voice somewhere nearby.

"... deep breathes, you hear me? It's alright. The pain is going to pass away. Just take deep breathes"

At that very moment this voice seemed the most beautiful thing to Bellamy. It came so clear through all the mess inside his head, it was all he could recognize through the disorienting darkness. So he was clinging to it with all the strength he had. As if his life was depending on it.

And as the voice told him to take deep breathes, all he knew was that this order was important somehow. Not only important ... rather unavoidable.

So Bellamy breathed ...