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THE OAKWELL 100
Chapter Ten
Dr Gray tiredly walked down the corridor passed the soldier on guard duty and entered ward one. Nurse Betty looked up from her medical charts "Hi Dr Gray, you here to check on Dean's shoulder"
"Yeah, though I check on him before I turned in, it's been one hell of a day" Jordan Gray rubbed the tense muscles at the back of his neck with this hand
"You're telling me, my day not over yet" Nurse Betty took a sip of her not so warm coffee and pulled a face "I've still got another couple of hours to go yet"
Dr Gray walked down the row of beds looking at each name pinned on the wall behind each bed finding the one he wanted he stopped at Dean's, first he checked the charts hanging from the bedrail "Now then young man let's have a look at that shoulder of yours, see how it doing shall we?" even when his patients were in comas he believed in talking to them
Heading up the bed he pulled down the bed sheet to reveal Dean's bare bandaged torso, removing the bandage he looked carefully at the neatly stitched wound "That's looking better" Satisfied he expertly turned Dean on to his side so he could take a look at his back where the bullet had exited he was then that noticed some reddish rashes, suddenly he was concerned "Nurse Betty come here please"
She rose from her chair and hurried towards the doctor "Yes Dr Gray"
"When did these rashes appear" Dr Gray asked her
"I swear they weren't there 30 minutes ago when I checked on him" Nurse Betty worriedly informed him
"Check the other boys" Dr Gray ordered turning Dean onto his back before turning to the boy in the next bed
"Yes Doctor" Nurse Betty moved over to Sam's bed immediately checking him for rashes, he too had developed some on his stomach.
After they had checked all the boys it was confirmed they all had the same reddish rashes, a sign that their immune systems was deteriorating at a rapid speed.
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Sheriff Tyler entered the holding cells; he had a plaster on his swollen nose and two black eyes where John had punched him. Unlocking the cell door he opened it "You have friends in high places but if I ever see either one of you again in my town, not even they will be able to help you"
John and Bobby grabbed their coats and exited the jail cell. "Don't worry, you'll not be seeing us again" Bobby replied as they pushed passed the sheriff "Thanks for the hospitality"
Three days had passed since John and Bobby were released from jail, they were now back at Bobby's
"Look lady, I want to speak to Guy Harrison" John shouted down the phone, every day since his release he had rang Guy Harrison's office but so far he hadn't made it passed his damn secretary.
"I'm sorry Mr Winchester Mr Harrison's unavailable"
He knew she was lying and losing his temper would get him nowhere "That what you said yesterday, I demand to know how my sons are"
"I'm sorry Mr Winchester only Mr Harrison can tell you that and as I said he's unavailable" she put the phone down before rising from her desk and entering Guy Harrison's office
"Mr Winchester phoned again you can't keep avoiding his calls" she said to Guy Harrison who was standing by the window looking out
"I will speak to him when I have news of his sons, until then I'm not taking his calls" Guy Harrison replied
John looked at his phone he couldn't believe she had just hung up on him. That was the final straw he couldn't sit around here any longer waiting for Harrison to ring him back, retrieving his duffel bag from under the bed he threw it down on the bed and then started to gather his few clothes that he owned haphazardly throwing them inside the bag, grapping the keys of the impala he made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he knew Bobby would be. Entering the kitchen "Bobby I'm taking off for a few days, going to Nashville to see Scott"
"Why" Bobby looked up from a book on Demonology, he had spent the best part of the last three days searching for a way to kill the yellow-eyed demon or at least send it back to hell
"See if Scott can use his special computer skills to hack into the CIA's computer. I'm going stir crazy just sitting here while my sons are" John unable to finish his sentence, he couldn't say the word dying it made it sound so real as though it would defiantly happen.
"Be careful John, don't do anything stupid where you end up in jail again" Bobby told him
"I won't and I'll keep in touch" John replied as he left the house
"You'd better" Bobby shouted after him
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Dr Christian Alexander was in his early thirties with thick jet black hair and brown eyes. Reaching into the pocket of his lab coat he pulled out his silver rimmed glasses putting them on before looking into microscope at a sample of Sam's blood he was analysing. The first two vaccines they had made hadn't worked as they hoped. He removed his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes, he never even heard Dr Walker enter the room.
"Hi" Jackie announced her presence
Jumping Christian reprimanded her "God Jackie, you scared the hell out of me"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Jackie thought that everyone including herself seemed a little jumpy since the boys had arrived "So how it's going?"
"Not good, the virus is attacking their CD4 T cells; I wonder whether the person who created this virus knew that it would kill the boys, that once they were infected they would only have between four to six months to live before their immune system failed them"
"I can't imagine anyone doing such an evil thing" Jackie shook her head in disbelieve
"I can, it's someone who profits from it" Christian removed the slide from under the microscope
Well they were here to put this right "How soon before their CD4 count drops below 200" she asked
"I don't know it depends on how strong their immune system is my best guess is 2 to 3 days. That's when they will be open to infections like pneumonia or TB. It won't be long after that they will be passed the point of no return" Christian placed another slide under the microscope "If we don't create a vaccine in the next few days they will be too far gone for the vaccine to work"
The telephone rang; Jackie picked it up "Dr Walker"
"Yes he's here"
"Ok I'll tell him" She hung up the phone "They need you on ward two its one of the boys' the nurse says he's experiencing breathing difficulties"
"Looks like its starting" Christian rose from his chair and walked out of the room with Jackie following behind him
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John pulled the impala to a stop outside a one-storey shack in Nashville; climbing out he walked up the path and knock on the old wooden door, he received no reply so he knocked again and called out this time "Scott, its John Winchester"
This time he was rewarded with the sound of shuffling, the door open and there stood a tall man in his late twenties with long straight brown hair, he was wearing jeans and Meatloaf T-shirt "John you old devil, come on in"
"Less of the old" John growled out as he entered the shack, the place was a tip. There were pizza boxes, empty cans of beer and clothes flung everywhere.
"This way, I live down here" Scott motioned to a door. John followed him through the door and down some wooden stairs into the basement. The basement was wall to wall computers and monitors. "I've been keeping my eye out for electrical storms like you asked man but they just suddenly stopped"
"I know the demon no longer as the boys, the CIA has them now" John glanced at the monitors around him
"Holy cow man" Scott sat down in his big comfortable leather chair
"That's why I'm here, I want you to hack into the CIA's computers and find out anything you can about my sons" John had faith in Scott's ability if there was anyone who could do it, it was him
"Dude that's some heavy shit you're asking me to do"
"I know I'm asking a lot but my sons are dying and their not telling me anything" John tiredly replied
"It won't be easy man but I'll try" Scott could see how this was tearing John apart
"Thanks I really appreciate this" John replied "I'd give anything just to know how they're doing"
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This was the first time that Dr Mike Chan had found the time to type up his journal on his laptop,
Sept 15th - It has now been four days since the arrival of the remaining Oakwell 100. Dr Christian Alexander has worked continuously around the clock to find a vaccine.
On day 1 all the boys had developed reddish rashes on their bodies, this was the first sign that their CD4 T cells were rapidly decreasing.
Day 2 the boys started with breathing difficulties and fevers, all symptoms of pneumonia, we now have them on antibiotics and oxygen but their CD4 T cells have continued to drop below 200.
Day 3 unfortunately today we had our first death, fourteen year old Peter Sykes, he never regained consciousness.
Day 4 this was the worse day so far, today we lost three more boys, Joseph Carter 13, Adam bell 15, and Simon Franklyn also 15, they too never regain consciousness. So far we have tried two vaccines neither one has been successful. Dr Alexander is hopeful that the new vaccine that he is working on will be more successful. At the moment the only thing we can do is keep them comfortable. It still remains a mystery as to why the boys are in comas, there is no medical reason for them to be in one.
As Dr Chan saved and closed his journal the lights in his office started to flicker, He opened up a new email to Guy Harrison
Dear Guy,
I regret to inform you that we have not yet being successful in finding a vaccine and that the following Oakwell boys have died
Peter Sykes 14, Joseph Carter 13, Adam Bell 15, Simon Franklyn 15,
Please inform their next of kin, we are hopeful that a vaccine will be found.
Yours
Dr Michael Chan
Head of the Lincoln Medical & Research Centre
He looked up from his laptop to see a black mist coming out of the air vent in his office, "What the hell's that?" he pushed back his chair as the black mist approached him, he could do nothing but just stare at it as it entered his mouth.
Dr Chan's eyes turned yellow, he pulled his chair back to the desk and carried on typing, he added to the email two more names Dean Winchester 17, Samuel Winchester 13,
"That'll stop big John Winchester looking for his sons; they'll be dead in a few days anyway, I'm doing you a favour John by putting you out of your misery a few days earlier" He pressed the send button and closed the laptop. The black mist left Dr Chan and when back into the air vent.
Dr Chan woke with a start by the ringing of his phone, he hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep; he rubbed his eyes that was one weird dream he just had. He picked up the phone "Dr Chan"
"Ok, I'll be there in a minute"
Putting down the phone he opened his laptop unsure whether he had sent his email, a quick looked confirmed that he had. Leaving his office he walked down the corridor, what he thought was a dream about black mist still playing in his mind. He passed the soldier sat just inside the door of ward one to see Dr Gray putting a sheet over one of the boys heads.
Dr Gray looked up to see Dr Chan entering the room "We've lost another one, Bradley Summerton"
Concerned Dr Chan looked around the ward at the sick looking boys "How are the others doing?"
Dr Gray moved over to Sam's bed. Sam's face looked pale against the white sheets, an oxygen mask covered his mouth as he took ragged breaths, his brown bangs were stuck to his forehead with sweat from the fever "Sam's temperature as risen to 103.1 and I put him on stronger antibiotics"
Next Dr Gray turned to Dean's bed; he looked even paler than Sam and was also wearing an oxygen mask to help with his ragged breathing. "Dean's bullet wound as become infected again and I've also had to put him on stronger antibiotics, without an immune system his body's not fighting the infection"
Dr Gray looked down the two rows of beds "Without a vaccine it's useless, I'm a fucking doctor and all I'm doing is keeping them comfortable" needing a break he stormed out of the room a good shot of whiskey wouldn't have gone a miss right about now but he would have to settle for a cup of strong coffee.
TBC