I’m Someone Else

The attack was sudden, and the killers didn’t hesitate for a moment when they attacked. If Thomas hadn’t moved fast enough, he would have been dead by now. Panicked, Olivia fumbled for her phone and called 911. The ambulance came only after twenty minutes. Olivia was holding Thomas’ hands, crying uncontrollably.

Thomas was taken to the hospital, and Olivia waited outside. Quincy himself was operating on Thomas, and when he saw the wound on Thomas’ back, he was shocked. The wound had blackened, and the blood seeping out of it was green. He’s poisoned. When he was told that Thomas was hurt, Quincy couldn’t believe it. Thomas could easily defeat Blake and Terrence, so no one should’ve been able to hurt him. However, if he’s poisoned, then it’s possible.

Quincy bandaged all the wounds in an hour. Fortunately, Thomas was strong enough and his organs weren’t hurt, but the poison was proving to be a problem. Even a celebrated doctor like Quincy couldn’t figure out what kind of poison this was. Left with no choice, he told someone to take a sample and get it analyzed.

A crying Olivia asked, “Is he alright, Mr. Quincy?”

“Tell me what happened.”

Olivia told him the events that transpired, and Quincy gasped. I expected no less from him. He reacted fast enough to get out of that situation and survived it. Anyone else would’ve been dead. He patted Olivia’s shoulder. “It’s alright. Don’t cry.”

If my assessment is correct, the poison won’t be lethal until six hours later. I have six hours to find out how to heal him. He quickly went to the lab, and the doctor inside handed him the report. Resigned, he said, “We can’t figure out what kind of poison this is, sir.”

“You can’t?”

“Yes. We thought something was wrong with the results at first, so we analyzed it again, but we still couldn’t find out what kind of poison this is. We ran the test three times.”

the enemy hate him? He left the lab

help with?” Samuel smiled. Quincy was incredibly famous in the city, and he

over

and hitched a ride to the

ward sitting beside Thomas’ bed, and she was a mess of tears. “You dummy. Why did you shield

in love with him, can she? But the look in her eyes can’t lie.

deep in his thoughts, William and

seems to be the matter, Mr.

the report and the bandage covered in Thomas’ blood. He has six hours to live. If

a look and smiled bitterly. I have no idea what kind of poison this

you recognize this, Mr. Peralta?” asked Quincy quickly. The more time they wasted, the more danger Thomas would

Mr. Hofstead, but I don’t

we can’t figure out what poison this is, we can’t save him. He crouched down

if it was Quincy’s family being poisoned. No reason for him to look so

patient,