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‘Jesus, Morgan, is this supposed to happen?’
The emaciated man on the bed in front of me began to violently convulse. As quickly as the horrendous spasms started, they stopped. Morgan checked his vital signs, seemingly unconcerned. ‘He’s fine.’
Phase one of the treatment had begun hours earlier with an initial dose of chemicals followed by an intense but brief bombardment of radiation. Morgan explained that the irradiated serum had to work its way around the patient’s entire body for the procedure to be successful. These convulsions were the first indication that it was almost time for phase two to begin. I stood at the back of the cellar lab, redundant, as Morgan lined up a series of injections.
‘There’s only a small window of time to administer the second stage,’ he said, watching
