Chapter 3
The two men behind Henry stood forward. One of them was holding a syringe. But this one was clearly not meant for collecting blood samples like the previous day's. There was some blue liquid in it.
"Mr Ford, if I guessed correctly, your body was attacked by some sort of bacteria not too long ago, and you took some strong antibiotics to fight that, right?" Henry asked.
"Yeah, all thanks to the bullet you sent into my shoulder, which caused me to develop some jungle-infested fever" Sawyer replied, glaring at Henry.
"Oh, I didn't realize that did the trick!" Henry was laughing. "We have been searching for a body with that unique combination of bacteria mix to conduct our tests. And yours proved to be the perfect match for our researchers. The bacteria from the jungle attacked your body. Then the antibiotics you took destroyed the bad bacteria but it removed some the good ones too. And now some of the bad ones have mutated to become other forms which we had not tried before…."
"What are you trying to do?" Kate asked, moving towards Sawyer.
"Don't worry, lady, we are just doing some tests". Henry said. "Bring it over, and hold him tight, don't waste the serum".
The two men knelt next to Sawyer, one on each side. The first one held his arm firmly while the other one held the syringe near it. Sawyer struggled frantically. He's not going to let them do any damn tests on him. He jerked his shoulders and attempted to use his bound legs to kick the men. "Get the hell off me!" he shouted. The man holding the syringe hesitated to inject the needle into Sawyer's arm, as he was clearly afraid of the syringe breaking like what happened the day before.
"Get lost!" shouted Henry. He stood with a crowbar-like thing on his hand, and swung it to hit Sawyer's head. The last thing he remembered before slipping into darkness was Kate calling out his name.