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Henrietta Wilson screamed in labor over the operation table, her bright red hair strewn across her perspirating face. Moments later, she was silent, the heart monitor keeping on a steady line. She was dead.
"I want an autopsy in fourteen hours." Ben said, dropping the Stephen King novel he was reading. Going to it right away, the doctor slipped the white sheet off from over Henrietta's lifeless body and began the procedure.
"Nothing." The doctor said hopelessly, scratching his bald head in a puzzled stare. "Nothing wrong with her. She was perfectly healthy." He sighed. Ben looked over the charts, as the doctor pointed to one grid on it. "Although…never mind."
Ben immediately glanced at the doctor with bulging blue eyes. "What?"
Hesitating, the doctor grabbed the black and white typed charts. "She had a low supply of hemoglobin." He looked at Ben. "But you don't think-"
"That's exactly what I think." Ben said. "Hemoglobin. Hemoglobin." He said the word over and over as he fiddled through the drawers of the doctor's desk. "Do you have any records from the 1968 exhibition at the Hydra station?" He asked urgently. Pulling out a drawer, he found it was locked.
"If you mean the virus expedition, then you've got it right there." The doctor replied, motioning to the locked file cabinet.
After retrieving the files on Danielle's research team project, Ben stood, laden in the wire rimmed glasses, the autopsy doctor over his shoulder.
"Producing a virus that induced as nothing, except for the harmful side effect of low hemoglobin in the blood stream. Subject suffocated, and then died, off spring in womb…" The doctor read.
"No." Ben said. "That virus was destroyed in 1972. It's too far a stretch." He set down the file and looked at the doctor. "We need another test subject." He said. "Find Sabine."
Ben watched through silent glass as the doctor spoke to Sabine and Ethan. Sabine watched intently, her blue eyes wide with loyalty. Her husband, Ethan, looked worried as the doctor motioned side effects with his hands. Sabine finally nodded, glanced at Ethan and left, as the doctor walked out of the room.
"She agreed."
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Juliet smiled at Sawyer as they both jumped off the coast guard's ship. She gazed at the San Francisco skyline, finally seeing civilization that she hadn't seen forever.
"Hey." Sawyer nudged her. "You going to see your sister, finally?"
Juliet closed her eyes. Opening them, she found tears in them. "My sister died two weeks ago, Sawyer. I'm going to Portland." With that, she walked off the dock and onto firm ground of the continent that would never shift beneath her. Sawyer only gazed, mouth agape as she turned around.
"I have some friends to visit." She called. "Thanks for everything!"
The Portland house was quaint, like a birdhouse in a row of tasteful middleclass homes. Juliet quickly fixed her ribbon and knee length periwinkle skirt, and rang the doorbell.
The springy wreath pulled back on the jade green door to reveal a blonde haired woman with grey eyes. She smiled, her wrinkles aligning on her face.
"Ian!" She called. "We seem to have a visitor."
"And, she just….moved the island? Just like that?"
"Just like that." Rachael looked up at Ian and beamed as Juliet set her tea down on the coffeetable. "She was a wise girl. Pretty too. And in love, but" She tapped her head. "She had sense. She had a good head on her shoulders."
Ian changed the subject. "Charlotte found the island, didn't she?"
"Yes." Juliet smiled purely.
He swelled with pride. "That's my girl."
Standing up, Juliet nodded to both of them. "Thank you so much." She said, wringing her hands. "I just always wanted to know."
Rachael laughed. "Well darling, next time don't let a side comment take you on another adventure like that!"
Juliet bit her lip, thinking of what had started it all.
"You look just like her."
She turned to leave, her hand fixed on the clean doorknob. Suddenly, she turned around, eyeing them both seriously.
"If Annie moved the island…" She began. "Then what happened to her? Where is she now?"
Rachael smiled, glanced at Ian, and stood up.
"Well, well." She said, winking. "I guess we'll just have to see."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another short chapter! But, short and sweet, I think. I'll update soon.
By the way, I've decided to make this a series. The second one will premiere June 30th. Hope I'll have enough people to like it and post reviews! :D
thanks! NOW REVIEW THE CHAPTER ABOVE, SIL VOUS PLAIT! (Please)
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