journals proved more frustrating than helpful. Her cell phone rang,
and she looked at the caller I.D. Not recognizing the number, she almost let it
go to voicemail, but she was a doctor. If someone needed her, she should
answer.
“Dr. Sarantos
speaking.”
“Doctor
Sarantos, it’s Dane. Dane Abbott. Listen, I know I said I didn’t want any pain
pills, but it’s getting worse. Doc, I think I’m dying.”
“Dane, let me
send an ambulance to get you, bring you back in.”
“No, I don’t
want to be a burden. Just please call in the pain medicine to the pharmacy at
the hospital. My neighbor’s gonna pick up the scrip for me.”
“Mr. Abbott, are
you sure? I don’t like this. If you won’t come to me, at least let me bring the
medicine to you now so you don’t have to wait.”
“Yeah, okay. You
have my address right?”
“Yes, it’s in
your file. I’m leaving now.”
Isabelle called
Tessa. “Listen, I have to run out and see a patient. He’s the one whose blood I
want you to test. Can you meet me at his apartment? Ok, I’ll text you the
address. See you in a few.”
Tessa wasn’t a doctor,
far from it, but she had an amazing ability to puzzle through mysteries and
come up with a viable solution. If Isabelle didn’t know better, she would think
Tessa’s father was the famous doctor turned scientist instead of the crazed
tyrant hell-bent on destroying mankind with his army of hybrids.
Isabelle grabbed
a supply of pain medicine that was currently waiting on FDA approval. It was on
the last test before getting the go-ahead, and she was sure it was going to go
through. It was stronger than ibuprofen but not as addicting as Oxy. When she
developed the drug, she’d taken it herself so she felt no qualms about giving
it to Dane.
Her GPS led her
to the apartment complex. Tessa was leaning against her black Harley, already
waiting on her cousin. Her auburn hair was streaked with bright red and was longer
than the last time Isabelle had seen her. Her green eyes were bright, and her
one dimple was deep from the grin on her face. Isabelle often felt plain in her
presence.
“How did you get
here so fast?” Isabelle asked as she walked past her toward the entrance.
“I was already
in the neighborhood. So what’s up?”
Isabelle
explained her findings to Tessa as they rode the elevator to the third floor. “He
called asking for pain medication and he sounded really bad.”
They found
apartment 314 and knocked. When there was no answer, Isabelle knocked louder,
“Mr. Abbott, it’s Dr. Sarantos.”
Tessa reached
for the doorknob and turned. Unlocked. She pushed the door open a few inches
and peered inside. “Shit.” She opened it all the way to show Dane’s unconscious
body on the floor.
Isabelle knelt
down and felt for a pulse. “He’s alive; pulse is strong. Actually, it’s too
strong for him to be unconscious. It’s beating like he just ran a marathon.
Here, help me get him to the sofa.”
They swapped
places so Tessa could grab under his arms, and Isabelle took his feet. Tessa
was surprisingly strong for a woman her size. Isabelle pulled out her
stethoscope and listened to his chest. She then took his blood pressure. “One
eighty over one hundred.”
Isabelle pulled
a syringe and vial out of her bag and stuck the needle in the rubber covering.
She pulled the plunger back filling the tube halfway. Pressing the plunger
slightly, a small amount of the clear liquid shot forth, pushing any air out.
She stabbed the needle in the bend of Dane’s arm and pushed the plunger all the
way in.
“What is that?”
Tessa asked, watching the process with curious attention.
“A pain medicine
that isn’t on the market yet. It should help him to rest easier.”
“I really don’t
think he needs that Belle. And since when do you administer something not yet
approved?”
“Since I found
my father’s journals and started studying his formulas. I knew he was smart,
but my God, the man was a genius.
and she looked at the caller I.D. Not recognizing the number, she almost let it
go to voicemail, but she was a doctor. If someone needed her, she should
answer.
“Dr. Sarantos
speaking.”
“Doctor
Sarantos, it’s Dane. Dane Abbott. Listen, I know I said I didn’t want any pain
pills, but it’s getting worse. Doc, I think I’m dying.”
“Dane, let me
send an ambulance to get you, bring you back in.”
“No, I don’t
want to be a burden. Just please call in the pain medicine to the pharmacy at
the hospital. My neighbor’s gonna pick up the scrip for me.”
“Mr. Abbott, are
you sure? I don’t like this. If you won’t come to me, at least let me bring the
medicine to you now so you don’t have to wait.”
“Yeah, okay. You
have my address right?”
“Yes, it’s in
your file. I’m leaving now.”
Isabelle called
Tessa. “Listen, I have to run out and see a patient. He’s the one whose blood I
want you to test. Can you meet me at his apartment? Ok, I’ll text you the
address. See you in a few.”
Tessa wasn’t a doctor,
far from it, but she had an amazing ability to puzzle through mysteries and
come up with a viable solution. If Isabelle didn’t know better, she would think
Tessa’s father was the famous doctor turned scientist instead of the crazed
tyrant hell-bent on destroying mankind with his army of hybrids.
Isabelle grabbed
a supply of pain medicine that was currently waiting on FDA approval. It was on
the last test before getting the go-ahead, and she was sure it was going to go
through. It was stronger than ibuprofen but not as addicting as Oxy. When she
developed the drug, she’d taken it herself so she felt no qualms about giving
it to Dane.
Her GPS led her
to the apartment complex. Tessa was leaning against her black Harley, already
waiting on her cousin. Her auburn hair was streaked with bright red and was longer
than the last time Isabelle had seen her. Her green eyes were bright, and her
one dimple was deep from the grin on her face. Isabelle often felt plain in her
presence.
“How did you get
here so fast?” Isabelle asked as she walked past her toward the entrance.
“I was already
in the neighborhood. So what’s up?”
Isabelle
explained her findings to Tessa as they rode the elevator to the third floor. “He
called asking for pain medication and he sounded really bad.”
They found
apartment 314 and knocked. When there was no answer, Isabelle knocked louder,
“Mr. Abbott, it’s Dr. Sarantos.”
Tessa reached
for the doorknob and turned. Unlocked. She pushed the door open a few inches
and peered inside. “Shit.” She opened it all the way to show Dane’s unconscious
body on the floor.
Isabelle knelt
down and felt for a pulse. “He’s alive; pulse is strong. Actually, it’s too
strong for him to be unconscious. It’s beating like he just ran a marathon.
Here, help me get him to the sofa.”
They swapped
places so Tessa could grab under his arms, and Isabelle took his feet. Tessa
was surprisingly strong for a woman her size. Isabelle pulled out her
stethoscope and listened to his chest. She then took his blood pressure. “One
eighty over one hundred.”
Isabelle pulled
a syringe and vial out of her bag and stuck the needle in the rubber covering.
She pulled the plunger back filling the tube halfway. Pressing the plunger
slightly, a small amount of the clear liquid shot forth, pushing any air out.
She stabbed the needle in the bend of Dane’s arm and pushed the plunger all the
way in.
“What is that?”
Tessa asked, watching the process with curious attention.
“A pain medicine
that isn’t on the market yet. It should help him to rest easier.”
“I really don’t
think he needs that Belle. And since when do you administer something not yet
approved?”
“Since I found
my father’s journals and started studying his formulas. I knew he was smart,
but my God, the man was a genius.
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