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Episode 8: \u00a0FANthrax<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Part 7<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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\u201cWhoooo\u2026 are you? Who, who! Who, who!\u201d<\/em> Nick sang as they walked through one of the biocontainment labs at the Toronto branch of the Centre for Infectious Disease Prevention and Control, where Jeanie was meeting them. Nick could hear Red stifle a giggle behind him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is it?\u201d Jeanie asked when they entered the room. She could not hide her look of anticipation at having the slightest break in the case.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere.\u201d Nick held up the confetti sample as if he were a child showing his mom an \u201cA\u201d on a test.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs the lab ready for testing?\u201d Julilly asked Jeanie.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re all set.\u201d Jeanie led them out of the office and through the halls towards the lab she had prepared. The first set of doors they entered was the clean room. Here, Jeanie put on her own Hazmat suit, which was sleeker than the bulky, yellow ones the others were still wearing, despite Nick\u2019s complaints about driving with the mask on.<\/p>\n

After they went through the second set of doors, Nick handed Jeanie the bag with the confetti strip inside. Carefully, Jeanie pulled the confetti out using a pair of tweezers and painstakingly cut small pieces off, distributing them among several different Petri dishes and test tubes.<\/p>\n

The two doctors took the samples to different stations within the lab and set to work testing them to determine what they were dealing with. Nick watched as Brian took a seat, flipping open his phone to make a call through his Hazmat mask. Nick hovered between Red and Jeanie, trying to watch what they were doing.<\/p>\n

After at least an hour, Jeanie piped up, \u201cWell, this is highly unusual. I thought the testing was going to take hours, but it seems the first ones I ran yielded results that shed some light on the situation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHrm, it\u2019s almost as if we\u2019re in a story instead of real life,\u201d Nick reflected.<\/p>\n

Jeanie looked at the blond agent and chortled. \u201cLike this could be made up.\u201d She sighed, shook her head, and continued, \u201cIt seems we are dealing with two different strands of the same contaminant. Which makes sense after studying the cases.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, what did you find?\u201d asked Julilly.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust as you suspected, the powder on that piece of confetti contains the virus. It appears to be a new strain that was manufactured, not one that occurs naturally. Its genetic structure has been modified to shorten its incubation period and increase its rate of transmission. What I can gather is the confetti was coated in the powder before being shot over the crowd. We are looking at hundreds of infected from that concert alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo those that were at the concert were infected first?\u201d Red questioned.<\/p>\n

\u201cBree-Anna had a front-row seat,\u201d Nick piped up. \u201cI saw a video with her holding the ticket and was able to catch that detail.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe would have received a high dose of the powder if that was the case. But that doesn\u2019t explain how she passed it on to her sister, who wasn\u2019t at the concert, nor does it explain how others at the hospital are getting sick without having had any contact with the infected patients. Which is why I\u2019m hypothesizing that there are two strains, perhaps a mutation of the original strain that has caused it to go airborne. Whether accidental or deliberate, an airborne mutation would give whoever did this the perfect way of transmitting the toxin to thousands of others.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clearing his throat, Brian chimed in, \u201cI spoke with Terrance\u2019s mother. Our hunch was correct: he was at the concert. She found his ticket. She told me that he was sitting pretty far back from the stage; she remembered hearing him grumble about how bad his seat was. The confetti cannons didn\u2019t shoot that far up into the stadium. He would have inhaled the powder, but from what you\u2019ve said, it shouldn\u2019t have taken hold of him as fast as it did\u2026\u201d He trailed off, ending his observation with a strong cough that forced him to take a seat or fall over.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere had to be another way he had it enter his bloodstream,\u201d Red added. \u201cPerhaps\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBrian!\u201d Julilly shouted as she watched him fall off his chair and onto the floor. Pulling off his Hazmat helmet, Brian let a stream of bloody vomit escape onto the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d Nick had started towards him, moving to lift his helmet and help the downed officer. Before he could, Red grabbed his hands. \u201cDon\u2019t touch him! He might be infected, Nick.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick took a step backward. His heart pounded with fear as he stared down at Brian, who lay curled in the fetal position, his whole body trembling. \u201cWell, somebody\u2019s gotta do something!\u201d Nick cried.<\/p>\n

Jeanie had already picked up the phone to call for help. The rest of them could do nothing but watch and wait for the trained professionals to arrive.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cGo faster!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am!\u201d Nick snapped back at Red. Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as much as the Hazmat suit allowed, Nick noticed her wringing her hands in the passenger seat next to him. As a doctor, Red was usually calm in a crisis. He wasn\u2019t used to seeing her so rattled.<\/p>\n

Shrugging, he shifted his eyes back to the road and the ambulance he was following closely. The ambulance\u2019s loud siren disturbed him; nonetheless, it also helped clear the roads so they could make it to the hospital in the shortest period of time.<\/p>\n

When they arrived at the hospital, Red almost jumped out of the bright yellow Hummer before it came to a halt behind the ambulance and rushed to the paramedics who were taking Brian inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cStay away, ma\u2019am!\u201d one of the paramedics yelled at Red, who ran next to the stretcher upon which Brian lay.<\/p>\n

\u201cI WON\u2019T stay away!\u201d Red shouted back at the paramedic. \u201cHe\u2019s my colleague, and we both work for the U.S. government, so I suggest YOU stay away!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShitballs,\u201d Nick muttered to himself as he watched the scene unfold. He got out of the Hummer and rushed inside, only to see that the paramedic had blocked Red\u2019s path as the others whisked Brian away.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir, it\u2019s alright,\u201d Nick said calmly as he took Red\u2019s arm and pulled her gently towards him. \u201cLady here is also a doctor, and we\u2019re supposed to stay with the patient at all times.\u201d He searched through the suit\u2019s pockets and took out his HimTak ID to show the paramedic. He knew the guy wouldn\u2019t know what it was, but whenever he flipped the ID, FBI style, people got intimidated and let them be. As much as he hated the government, he wasn\u2019t above posing as a government agent to get what he wanted.<\/p>\n

Relenting, the paramedic sighed and moved out of their way. \u201cFollow the corridor, go through the doors on your left, and turn right. It\u2019s the third room on your left.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick gave a small nod. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still wringing her hands, Red followed Nick as he trudged down the hall. He no longer felt like moonwalking or messing around in his Hazmat suit. He felt on the verge of vomiting instead.<\/p>\n

Could I be infected, too?<\/em> he wondered briefly. But no, he was sick with worry, not whatever Brian had.<\/p>\n

When they reached Brian\u2019s room, Nick turned to Red. \u201cShould you go in first, maybe?\u201d he asked sheepishly. Through his Hazmat suit, he could feel his palms sweating with anxiety. He would rather wait in the hall than see Brian the way Terrance Philip had been.<\/p>\n

To his surprise, Red shook her head. \u201cNo, I don\u2019t want to face it alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sighing, Nick turned the doorknob and stepped into the room, stopping just inside the doorway. He was afraid to go any closer, but curiosity got the better of him. He felt his legs move against his will, his feet carrying him across the room to get a good look at Brian, who was lying on the hospital bed. His eyes were shut, his mouth was open, and his body was still. Although he appeared to be sleeping, his face wore a slight frown, as if he was in pain.<\/p>\n

Red drew in a sharp breath as she looked down at Brian. \u201cOh no\u2026 This can\u2019t be happening.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou gotta be fucking kidding me,\u201d Nick muttered, unable to take his eyes off Brian\u2019s body.<\/p>\n

Red grabbed his patient chart from the foot of the bed and flipped quickly through the pages, mumbling medical terms that Nick could not follow.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hate to say this,\u201d she started as she shifted to the side of the bed, \u201cbut his fever is 105, and\u2026\u201d Pausing, she bent down to examine Brian\u2019s skin and pointed to a black lesion on his arm. \u201c\u2026he has the black pustules.\u201d She checked the monitor next to the bed and eyed Brian\u2019s chest, which was moving up and down faster than normal. \u201cHis breathing is labored. He\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s definitely infected; I can tell,\u201d Nick finished for her, feeling his stomach flip-flop.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to find a cure imme–\u201d Before Red could complete her sentence, Brian began to convulse, causing them both to jump back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do we do?\u201d Nick cried, horrified, as he watched Brian\u2019s body spasm uncontrollably. He reached for Brian\u2019s flailing arm, trying to pin it down.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t try to hold him down. Just make sure he doesn\u2019t fall off the bed,\u201d Red directed. \u201cIt\u2019ll pass.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was torture, having to stand by helplessly and do nothing while Brian twitched violently, his head thrown back, his jaw locked, his adam\u2019s apple bulging from his throat, his hands clenched into tight fists, which he\u2019d drawn stiffly to his chest. But Red was right: within minutes, the seizure passed. Brian\u2019s frown faded, his expression softening. His lips parted slowly as he let out a low moan.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelp me turn him on his left side,\u201d Red said softly. \u201cIn case he vomits.\u201d<\/p>\n

They did this, but Nick could see Brian\u2019s eyelashes fluttering. Was he starting to wake up? \u201cBrian?\u201d he asked, bending over him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNick\u2026\u201d Red whispered tentatively.<\/p>\n

Ignoring her, he leaned in closer to Brian\u2019s face. Brian let out another soft moan before a single syllable escaped his lips. \u201cAsh\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick stood up straight, his eyes widening from what he\u2019d just heard. He felt the slightest bit of relief when he realized Brian was not fully unconscious after all.<\/p>\n

A small tug on his suit caught his attention. Turning back, he saw Red pointing down at something with widened eyes. Following the path of her finger, Nick\u2019s eyes fixed on the catheter bag hanging from the side of Brian\u2019s bed.<\/p>\n

It was filled with purple liquid.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t have much time,\u201d Red said slowly. \u201cWe need to find an effective treatment before the virus infects his whole system.\u201d Her voice shook with panic. \u201cI need to go back to the lab and work on an antidote; Jeanie must need help\u2026 Give me the car keys, Nick.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hardly paying any attention to what she was saying, Nick took the keys out of his pocket and tossed them towards her. He had only one mission on his mind.<\/p>\n

Searching the room, he located a bag of Brian\u2019s belongings stowed beneath the bed. He rummaged through it until he found Brian\u2019s cell phone. He took the phone into the hall and flipped it open. Checking the recent calls, he saw the name he wanted to call and tapped on it. Once the call went through, he put the phone to his ear.<\/p>\n

Before the second ring, a female voice chirped, \u201cHi, baby!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick winced. \u201cOpal\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNick?\u201d Nick was surprised that Brian\u2019s girlfriend, whose real name was Ashavari, had recognized his voice immediately. After all, they had only met each other once. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have some news. But please, stay calm–\u201d<\/p>\n

A soft sob came from the other line. \u201cIs he gone? Nick\u2026 tell me. Is Brian\u2026 is he\u2026 dead?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taken aback, Nick answered quickly. \u201cWhat? No, no, he\u2019s still alive. Believe me. Just\u2026 he\u2019s not in good condition\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNick, tell me the truth. What happened? Did he get infected with the virus?\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian had obviously told her about their mission. Maybe that would make Nick\u2019s job easier. \u201cYeah,\u201d he said with a sigh. \u201cYeah, we\u2026 we think he got infected somehow; we\u2019re not entirely sure–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow bad is it?\u201d Opal interrupted him. \u201cIs he awake?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn and out,\u201d Nick admitted. \u201cI don\u2019t know much more yet. We just got him to the hospital.\u201d Not wanting to scare her, he decided to keep the more concerning details of her boyfriend\u2019s condition to himself. Opal didn\u2019t need to know about Brian\u2019s collapse or convulsions, his bloody vomit or violet urine. Not yet, anyway.<\/p>\n

\u201cI warned him to be extra careful,\u201d she whimpered, her voice trembling. \u201cI can\u2019t believe this is happening. Please tell him I\u2019m coming and to hang on until I get there.\u201d In the background, Nick could hear her rummaging around and assumed she was packing a bag.<\/p>\n

\u201cOpal, please, please stay calm. Please. He\u2019s in the hospital, and Red and several other doctors are working on an antidote. He\u2019ll be fine; you\u2019ll see. But I\u2019ll tell him, just in case\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He heard a door shut on the other end of the line. \u201cI\u2019m already on my way, Nick. Thank you for letting me know. Please take care of him for me. See you in a few hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

She hung up. Lowering the phone from his ear, Nick let out a soft sigh. \u201cI will, Opal. Just hurry.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The tires squealed loudly as Red hit the brakes in front of the Centre for Infectious Disease Prevention and Control and climbed out of the Hummer as fast as the Hazmat suit allowed her. She was starting to get claustrophobic in her suit; she felt her breath shortening as she rushed into the building and made her way to the lab.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t know why she had felt such a strong urge to leave Brian\u2019s side and rush back to the lab, but she was desperate to find something that would fight the virus. Fortunately, the disease centre was fairly close to the hospital. She had lost track of time, but she was quite sure it had taken her less than ten minutes to drive back to the lab.<\/p>\n

She ran into Jeanie in the hallway. \u201cJulianne? What are you doing back here?\u201d Jeanie asked in surprise. \u201cWeren\u2019t you supposed to be in the hospital with\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOfficer Littrell\u2019s infected,\u201d Red said, breathless.<\/p>\n

Jeanie sighed with sorrow as they hurried back to the lab. \u201cI knew it. Does he show all the symptoms?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHigh fever, respiratory distress, delirium, loss of consciousness, and\u2026 purple urine,\u201d Red recited in one breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cThose are all the common symptoms for both types of the virus.\u201d Jeanie opened the door to the lab and let Red in.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe never took his helmet off!\u201d Red exclaimed. \u201cWe\u2019ve been extra careful with that, and I was with him all day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen his must be the direct contact type,\u201d Jeanie concluded.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe has black pustules all over his body as well!\u201d Red added. She wanted to smack herself; how could she have forgotten that?<\/p>\n

Jeanie nodded knowingly. \u201cDefinitely the direct contact type. The victims who got the airborne kind didn\u2019t have any of those.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cClear a lab for me,\u201d Red demanded, her voice cracking. \u201cI have to work on an antidote immediately. We can\u2019t afford to lose him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jeanie looked at her sympathetically. \u201cI know, honey. We\u2019ve already started working on one. Take a look at it here.\u201d She motioned towards a computer. She typed something on the keyboard, and a microscope image of the virus infecting a blood cell popped up on the screen.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee?\u201d Jeanie asked Red, who studied the image carefully. \u201cIf we can develop the inactive form of the virus, we can create a vaccine for the victims that were exposed to the virus. That is, of course, if we can treat them soon after exposure.\u201d<\/p>\n

Red shook her head with disappointment. \u201cThat won\u2019t help Officer Littrell at all. He\u2019s already symptomatic. I just hope he\u2019s not already in the terminal phase…\u201d She trailed off, shuddering. The thought alone made her weak in the knees. She felt dizzy.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d Jeanie patted Red\u2019s arm supportively. \u201cAnother possibility is finding an immune person and procuring antibodies from their blood. We\u2019re almost certain that will work perfectly for the victims with symptoms.\u201d<\/p>\n

Red pulled away, looking at her apologetically. \u201cAlmost certain doesn\u2019t help me, Jeanie. You don\u2019t understand. We can\u2019t lose Officer Littrell. We just can\u2019t. I can\u2019t let that happen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re working hard on this antidote, Julianne,\u201d Jeanie assured. \u201cThe results will come in in no time, and we\u2019ll be able to cure Officer Littrell; I promise.\u201d She looked right into her eyes. \u201cYou have my word.\u201d<\/p>\n

Relenting, Red let out a soft sigh. \u201cIs there any way I can help with the antidote?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jeanie smiled understandingly. \u201cYou can take care of Officer Littrell. Tell his medical team at the hospital to treat his symptoms and try to preserve his organ function for as long as possible to buy us some more time until the antidote is ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

Red nodded, her mind racing. \u201cI should get back,\u201d she said and left the lab in a hurry. She felt like she was wasting her time, but she had to try to keep Brian alive long enough to receive the cure.<\/p>\n

She arrived back at the hospital in no time. After making her way to Brian\u2019s room, she hesitated for a moment before going inside, afraid to see his condition. She hoped he wouldn\u2019t be worse off than when she had left him. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked in.<\/p>\n

Still in his Hazmat suit, Nick stood by Brian\u2019s side. Red walked towards him and put her gloved hand on his arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow is he holding up?\u201d she asked slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cBeen going in and out of it for a while. His fever has been stabilized but didn\u2019t go down,\u201d he said briefly. \u201cA doctor came in a couple of minutes ago and said they\u2019ll try a blood transfusion.\u201d<\/p>\n

Red nodded. \u201cGood. That\u2019ll help replace the blood he\u2019s lost and maintain his blood pressure.\u201d Her eyes roamed the monitor next to Brian\u2019s bed. His numbers weren\u2019t bad, all things considered. \u201cWe just have to keep his body going until the antidote is available.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick\u2019s face beamed behind the clear front of his helmet. \u201cSo there\u2019s an antidote?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re still working on it, but Jeanie thinks it\u2019ll cure him and the other victims.\u201d Red rummaged around in the cabinets on one side of the room until she found a clean cloth. She wet it with cool water from the sink, wrung it out, and brought it back to Brian\u2019s bedside.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Nick asked as she folded the cloth in half and lay it over Brian\u2019s forehead.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrying to bring his fever down. All we can do for now is treat his symptoms and try to keep him comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd will that help?\u201d<\/p>\n

She shrugged. \u201cIt won\u2019t hurt.\u201d She wished there was more she could do. The last thing she wanted was to lose another agent. Twice was more than enough. She had failed with Drums, and there had been no chance of saving Shazam. Her eyes welled up with tears as she remembered the past events, the lost colleagues. She closed her eyes, cursing inwardly. This was not the time to get emotional or let her own failures interfere with Brian\u2019s recovery.<\/p>\n

\u201cJewel?\u201d Nick asked softly. \u201cAre you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n

Not taking her eyes off Brian\u2019s face, Red nodded slowly. She had to be strong. She had to be strong for Brian. She wasn\u2019t going to let some stupid virus take him away. Not this time around. Not Brian. He was going to be healthy again. He was going to beat this disease.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re gonna kick this virus\u2019s ass, Littrell,\u201d she muttered, pressing her gloved hand against the damp cloth on his forehead. \u201cJust hang in there.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Nick slumped back in the seat, letting his eyes drift shut. One thing he hadn\u2019t counted on was the overwhelming guilt he\u2019d feel for leaving Brian back at the hospital like he had. If only\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded. \u201cYeah, I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s gonna be okay, Nick; ya gotta believe that,\u201d Julilly said quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do, but\u2026 I mean, shit. I dunno, it\u2019s scary having it this close; it coulda been any of us\u2026 but, I mean, Brian\u2026 we didn\u2019t get along, but still.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe aren\u2019t gonna do him any good just sitting there, watching him like that, you know? We have to keep moving, keep fighting. Make the person who started this pay,\u201d Julilly announced, determination in her voice.<\/p>\n

Nick sighed, lowering his head and opening his eyes. They were on their way back to the arena to see if they could possibly find anything else. The mood was grim compared to the first time they\u2019d gone there. It was a matter of life or death at this point.<\/p>\n

Yeah, a little too close to home for his liking.<\/p>\n

Julilly was right, though: they needed to keep working. He\u2019d be damned if he let this continue. Someone was going to pay for this.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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