His Next Experiment

{Chapter 2}

It was the seventh night shift I’d been on thus far. At the hospital job, there were surprisingly many
times where you’d have nothing to do but to sit in the staff lounge and chill whilst you waited for a task
to be given. This was one of those shifts. I had nothing to do. So I just sat on the sofa and unlocked my
phone screen, pulling out an E-book to read, as it would seem a bit unprofessional if I just watched
YouTube on the job. About 30 minutes had passed since my shift started, and I still haven’t been
assigned anything. It can vary a lot from a mere 8 minutes to sometimes even 2 hours! That’s kind of
crazy actually, now that I think about it. I’ve kind of just always shrugged it off and not paid too much
attention to that, not that it’s that important since I have an hourly wage.

“Ms Shellstrop, we need you out at the entrance of the emergency department immediately! There’s a
patient coming via ambulance that needs to be transported to surgery room B12. It’s a code red. Mrs
Rossi will meet you there and assist you.” I was a bit dumbfounded but quickly took my necessities and
rushed to the emergency department. This is strange, something’s wrong. Usually there aren't such
emergent assignments. Usually no code red ones, means the patient needs to be treated at once, no room
for waiting. Yet again, I’ve only been here for a little less than a month plus training. What do I know?

Speeding through the corridors, I pass by co-workers and other patients, making sure to pay attention
to turns so I don’t crash into anyone in a rush. Boring shapes for paintings on the walls, bright lights
along the ceiling lighting up the place in a harsh white. Thankfully I don't need to watch out for any
signs or ceiling lamps I could potentially bump into, this place isn’t exactly built for tall people.

When I arrived at the emergency department it was only a few seconds before an ambulance stopped
outside and they came rolling with a patient on the gurney. I and another one of my colleagues took
over and continued to rush the patient where they’d get immediate medical attention. The patient
looked to be in excruciating pain, groaning and crying. Upon further inspection, I saw how the patient
was trembling and had a death grip on the railing of the gurney. Their body looked a bit deformed, how
their fingers seemed sharper and longer at the tip, their teeth looked more like fangs, one of their eyes
were turning fully black and leaking a black substance as they cried, and their veins were pumping and
looked an abnormal dark color. I dreaded, it looked like this person had whatever that parasite thing is.

I felt horrible I couldn’t do anything to ease their pain in any way, it broke my heart hearing them
scream in agony. It was only a teenager, biologically a male. He looked scared out of his mind. My
sympathy was skyrocketing and so was my worry for this boy.

We rushed him into the room as the surgiants set to work at once. Though the thing was. There was no
known cure for this, but then again, I think that they have hope we can save him, he’s slowly turning,
the final stage of the transformation hasn't been completed. I have little hope he can be saved, but I
wish he can. ..The agony and terror in his eyes. ..I don’t think I can forget that…