Chapter Five: Side Effect
We finally reached the lab. I stealthily moved to the entrance while leaning on the wall. I took a quick glimpse of how many doctors were inside. Luckily, there were only two. They mentioned the name "Mr. Viceroy" so I knew they had just gotten my test results.
"What are we going to do?" Harvard asked me quietly.
"There is no we. I'm going in and I'm stealing the test results, you just stay here and keep a low profile." I whispered.
I took a deep breath and entered the lab. One of the scientists spotted me instantly.
"Hey! What are you doing out of your—ugh!"
I punched him on the stomach and it took away all his breath right away. He fell unconscious but I grabbed him before he fell to the floor. The other doctor was heading for the alarm button and I threw the unconscious doctor to him with all my might. They both crashed down on the floor unconscious.
"Okay Harvard, come in now." I assured my "partner."
He came in and I ordered him to look for the test results in the hands of one of the doctors instantly. He was still a bit shocked but he searched for the file and found it.
"Bring it to me." I ordered.
He obeyed and handed it to me. It was in a folder with the words "RESTRICTED" stamped on it and in a corner it said "Viceroy, Paulo."
"This is just what I was looking for…" I muttered to myself.
I anxiously opened the folder and skipped all the crappy paperwork for the doctors to sign. I also skimmed the pictures of an x-ray of my brain and got to the last page with the results.
'Let's see what we got here.'
I read the entire page from top to bottom and I was horrified by what I saw:
Level of sanity: 3.5/15
Status of patient: Terminal mental illness
Symptoms: Paranoid delusions, illusions, schizophrenia
Illness: Insanity
Amount of non-deadly illnesses: One (Insanity)
Amount of deadly illnesses: One (Brain cancer)
Status of brain cancer: Terminal
"God no…" I whispered.
"What?" Harvard asked.
"No…that's not…that's not right…I'm not…I'm not…" I continued.
"What is it Dante?"
"It says here I'm…cra-crazy…and…and…"
"And what Dante? And what?"
"And…and…it…also says…I'm…no…that's not…right…"
"What else do you have?"
"Terminal…brain…cancer…" I nervously answered.
"How long do you have left?"
"I don't know. That must be in another file. So start searching."
"What?!" The dumbfounded reporter exclaimed.
"Start searching now!!!!!!" I ordered in fury.
Without one more word said, Harvard searched for the file containing full information on my brain cancer right away. He searched all over until he found something. He passed it to me and I opened the folder anxiously. I read it carefully being sure not to miss any little detail.
"So how long?" Johns asked when I finished reading the file.
"Goddamn it; it doesn't say."
"Did you find anything new?"
"Yeah, it happened because my brain's muscles couldn't sustain anymore schizophrenic traumas and it developed amazingly quickly that it couldn't be detected before its terminal status. I'm supposed to get migraines when the cancer takes effect. The worse the migraines get indicates the lesser time I have left. "
'This is bad, I don't have much time left. At least I haven't gotten any migraines yet…'
"We better get outta here and find out who the hell did this to me. I know I'm not crazy; the brain cancer is a side effect of whatever the hell they got into my brain. It must've been the fucking sedatives. Wait a minute…" I thought out loud.
"What is it?" Harvard questioned.
"I know what the sedatives I take are labeled. Look for a sedative labeled T14-02."
"What for?"
"Just do it goddamn it!"
'Jesus Christ, does he have to question every idea I get?!'
After he found it, I told him to keep it somewhere safe.
"We'll be needing it for when we get out. I want you to test it to see if it's really a sedative or if it's a sedative mixed with a hallucination drug after we're outta here. Now let's move!" I explained.
Harvard put the sedative in one of his coat's pockets and zipped it close. Then we headed towards the hallway again. I was determined to get out and find the person who did this to me.
'When I find the person who came up with this sick plan; I'm gonna scarface the mother fucker!!! But I also need a cure for my brain cancer. After all, it's not a real cancer, it's artificial so it may have a cure. Let's just hope it fucking does…'
