Chapter Twenty-Two
Sarah Michael hurried along the corridor, a lab assistant trailing behind her, carrying what she called her box of tricks.
She could hardly control her excitement, they'd found him and he was still alive...what a strong innate will to live he must have...to override his own attempted suicide.
She stopped outside the door to the lab, just to settle her nerves. After a few deep breathes she opened the door.
She was expecting to see White Coat, but found the room empty, he must have been delayed.
She entered the small operating theatre, to find Subject A already strapped down to the table, and by the looks of it already prepped for removal of the Alpha Code.
She pointed to where she wanted the lab assistant to put her equipment and dismissed him. She walked over to the operating table, and was puzzled as to why Subject A didn't respond to her approach.
She stopped beside him and leant over him, Subject A's eyes were open, but he looked catatonic...no, that wasn't it. She waved a hand across Subject A's eyes, no reaction...not catatonic...blind!
She frowned, she'd never put that in the design, perhaps it was a side effect. Perhaps she should take a blood sample, just to make sure. She was pretty certain that White Coat would want Subject A healthy and not blind.
She turned back to her box, took out a hypodermic and a phial and went back to the table.
She was about to place the needle in the IV when Subject A's hand moved and clamped on her wrist and turned his head towards her.
"I know you...Sarah Michaels...please...you can...do it," Subject A spoke in between short gasps.
She ignored him and managed to free his hand from her wrist, only for him to grab it again.
"Please...stop this...you can...end this," he breathed.
She looked into Subject A's sightless eyes and to her surprise, tears were falling down his face.
Then in a rush of cold realization, she knew what he was asking...he wanted her to kill him!
Shaking her head to his unspoken plea, she finished taking her sample and walked away.
"Please...Sarah."
She closed her ears to Subject A's words and did what she needed to do. After a few moments she had a sample of Subject A's blood under the microscope, but what she saw shocked her...that wasn't the signature for the Alpha Code, it looked like some sort of fungal strand.
Her eyes widened, and then narrowed in anger...White Coat, the bastard. He'd lied to her...no one lied to her.
She turned away from the microscope and went to her box and pulled out another syringe and a bottle.
She turned and walked back to Subject A, filled the syringe and watched as the blue liquid flowed from the syringe into Subject A.
"You want me to kill you...fine. Don't think it's an act of mercy...call it an act of spite. This is a little concoction of my own design. I made it especially, just in case. It won't kill you straight away, but it will kill you, and if I'm right, that thing needs a live host."
There was no response from Subject A, so she turned away, packed her supplies and left the operating theatre, she had something to do.
So she never heard Subject A's whispered. "Thank you."
The Doctor hadn't tried to resist as he was dragged from his cell, strapped to a table and had an IV cruelly shoved into his arm.
He wanted this over, he wanted his darker self to overcome him, at least that way he would force someone to kill him.
He'd heard someone enter the room...the smell seemed familiar...Sarah Michaels.
Maybe this was his chance, she could, and he knew it.
His hearts had sunk when she walked away, and he thought she wasn't coming back.
Then she'd spoken to him and...yes, even if it was to spite White Coat, she would.
Then he'd felt something cold course through his veins and start to burn...what had she said, it would be slow not quick...no matter, he could feel that it would kill him.
With a mental sigh of relief he let the substance flow through his blood, and he began to laugh as the thing inside him began to writhe and twist.
So, it was going to be two deaths…that was good. Now all he could do was wait.
Jack was about to open the TARDIS door, when she let out a long groan, one which Jack could only describe as pain filled.
"What is it..." he began, but never finished his question as one awful image flashed through his head.
Death!