Strange Blood Page #3

And by this point, we've nearly

burned down, like, the entire chem lab.

And Natalie Patterson, she nearly

blows the whole thing for us

because she can't stop laughing.

- And you guys weren't caught?

- Hell no.

You've never seen a pack

of freshmen girls run so fast.

When's the last time you changed that?

This is disgusting.

- You begging for an infection or what?

- I've... I've been busy.

Sh*t. Sh*t. What's the time?

7:
30.

I gotta bail.

- It's my dad's birthday.

- Yeah. Of course.

- Are you okay for a ride home?

- I'll call a cab.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Doc.

Take care of that hand, okay?

Get some rest!

Good night, Gemma!

Hey, where'd your girlfriend go?

What?

Your girlfriend.

- No. She's not my girlfriend.

- Does she know that?

F***!

Come on. Come on. No, no, no, no.

Doc? Henry!

Where you at? Doc!

Jesus! What the hell happened here?

You look like dog sh*t on toast.

Henry, you're burning up.

- Come on. Let's get you to a hospital.

- I don't need a hospital.

I need to finish the formula.

It can wait. Come on.

I had a son once.

I...

married a...

truly awful girl.

I was young and... dumb

when it came to that sort of thing.

But Jacob...

he was something else.

There was this...

light in his eyes. I...

can't really explain it.

It's called...

lymphocytic choriomeningitis.

Horrible thing.

We did the best we could, but...

She blamed me for his death...

if you can imagine that.

I guess I did too.

She left me immediately after.

And...

And within a month,

I was transferred

to Baxter's Special

Biologies Division.

- ELA.

- She was just a hypothesis then.

But...

if there was...

any way...

to prevent what happened to Jacob,

it was...

up to me...

to find it.

My dad is dying.

He was a scientist, like you, once.

Well, not exactly like you.

He worked...

with nuclear fission mostly.

He was a really,

really smart guy.

I think...

I think it started...

right around the time

I got home from... rehab.

Little things at first.

He'd be... absentminded.

He started...

talking to himself... more than normal.

Then he started talking to...

people who... weren't really there.

And then the tremors came.

Parkinson's... with dementia?

Most of the time...

he doesn't even know who I am.

I'm losing him...

piece by piece.

Did Moorehouse have a drinking problem?

No.

Do you?

What about after the accident?

Did he exhibit any unusual

mood swings or angry outbursts?

Anything out of the ordinary.

Everything Henry did

was out of the ordinary.

But it got worse after that, didn't it?

How bad did it get?

Gemma!

How bad did it get?

I was...

incorrect...

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