Elena's POV
My hands are shaking like leaves in a storm. The test tube in my grip feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, and I'm pretty sure I'm about to drop it and watch three hours of work shatter on the concrete floor.
"Come on, Elena," I whisper to myself. "Get your s**t together."
The basement laboratory is a joke. It's basically a glorified storage room with some medical equipment I scrounged up over the years. The lighting is s**t, there's barely any ventilation, and the smell of chemicals mixed with mold is making my eyes water. But it's all I have right now.
Tommy's lying on the makeshift examination table, his breathing shallow and ragged. The antidote is working, but slowly. Too slowly. His body is fighting the chemical weapon, but it's like watching someone try to climb o
