30th January
05.00 A.M
I can't sleep…I have been awake most of the night, worrying. So perhaps writing my diary might help me to get to grips with everything…
Sorry it has been a few days since I have made an entry, but things have been on my mind. It isn't that I have been run off my feet exactly…well I have but no more than any other mother, housewife, cook, part-time book-keeper, taxi-service…have I forgotten anything?
Now that they know Illya can communicate, they have been able to get from him a limited account of what happened to them…but I am sorry, I can't tell you what. I want to, but they won't tell me. Apparently, the details of the case are classified on a need-to-know basis, and I don't. That is, I don't need to know. Apparently. You'll have to read someone else's diary to get more information about that.
They have started to examine Napoleon very closely, but nowhere can they find a single movement, not even a twitch anywhere. It is impossible to know for certain that he is as aware inside as Illya is, but they are assuming that he is, and the doctors are keeping both men updated on the progress of their research and tests. Knowing that Illya is mentally wide awake and as sane as normal, but physically paralyzed, or comatose sent the lab off on a slightly different slant on their research. Apparently, the news suggested to them a more definite idea of what the chemical was that they had been injected with, and they are close to isolating it, I am told.
The bad news is that it does not right now appear to be something that will reverse itself when the substance leaves the bloodstream, although that has not been stated to me (as yet) as a categorical fact. So, it looks like the lab will have to come up with an antidote of some kind.
I have been trying to imagine what it must be like to be in their shoes…something like a brain attached to an inactive lump of meat. Both men have had to be attached to machines to take care of feeding them, to say nothing of the more intimate details that need to be taken care of. As they can still breathe for themselves, it seems their inner organs are working, if weak. It seems to be the motor cortex that has been affected by this…whatever it is.
What if the UNCLE lab fail to find a cure? The long-term prospects for them in that case does not bear thinking about.
I'm going to put this down now and get up and do some cleaning. This worrying is going to make me lose my mind.