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.”

hell kind of poison is this? Not even our machines could figure out its components. How much must the enemy hate him? He left the lab and called Samuel. “Mr. Peralta, I’m in a pickle and I need your help.” He knows a lot about alternative medicine.

course, Mr. Hofstead. What do you need my help with?” Samuel smiled. Quincy was incredibly famous in the city, and he almost never asked anyone for help,

over to the

got changed, and hitched a ride to the

bed, and she was a mess of tears. “You dummy. Why did you shield me? If you hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t

him, can she? But the look

deep in his

be the matter,

took out the report and the bandage

look and smiled bitterly. I have

Peralta?” asked Quincy quickly. The more time they wasted, the more danger Thomas

I don’t

we can’t figure out what poison this is, we can’t save him. He crouched down and pulled at his hair in

look, and they wondered if it was Quincy’s family being poisoned. No reason for

the patient, Mr.