Mend

White clothing, needles injecting, hospital equipment, people lying on surgical beds.

The doctor wrote with a green pen on his clipboard, notes referring to test subjects, details relating to vile W-7.06.

The clipboard lowered from the doctors view revealing a man lying on a hospital bed dressed in a white gown with pale blue stripes. He was awake and alert with sensors taped to his head and body.

Early thirties male, weight at approximately 80 kilograms, height 180 centimetres, Caucasian, and was noted down on his clipboard as fit and healthy.

Red swelling had appeared on the surface of his arm around the break but the bone had not broken through the skin. The patient appeared a little nervous but calm enough to receive the procedure.

Presently the patients concentration was on the lights above him, it was possible he had not been informed of why he was here and so was confused, but that was of no concern to the doctor. Slowly the patient lowered his eyes from the bright lights and saw that a doctor had arrived at the end of his hospital bed.

‘Everything looks good here Mr Tyson, soon we will begin the procedure with an injection that will slowly send the serum around your body,’ the doctor with the clipboard explained with a comforting smile. ‘Just sit back and relax, it won’t last too long, I promise.’

The patient nodded, ‘Thanks doc.’ He was nervous but smiled back anyway.

The patient breathed in deeply before letting his breath out again and appeared quite relaxed afterwards. A young female doctor dressed in a business suit with a white overcoat administered the injection while smiling to her patient, she then wiped the needle mark with a white cotton ball. She looked back at the doctor, nodded and left for another room.

Sweat began to drip from the patients face as his heart rate increased to over 100 beats per minute. His calm demeanor disappeared. Rivulets of sweat rolled down and onto the blue hospital pillowcase darkening the fabric.

Suddenly the patients arm cracked and squeaked under the skin. A startled expression crossed the patients features as he looked up into the doctor’s eyes, then back down at his arm. They could both see movement under the skin as repairs took place. The patient looked as though he was about to ask an urgent question, but then dizziness swept in, his eyes rolled upwards and he fainted. Only the rise and fall of his chest disputed the possibility that death had swept in to take his life away.

The doctor’s probing fingers moved over the patients arm, he felt skin, muscles, tendons, and then deeper: bones; all in tact. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He quickly scribbled something on his clipboard and walked away satisfied with the results of the new drug.