My fingers trembled as I drew in the contents of the vial into the syringe. I had no idea how my body was going to react to the Iota virus, but this was the only way to find a cure, the only way to save those countless people dying due to the disease.
Biting my lower lip, I positioned the needle over my arm, but before I could inject myself; the syringe was whisked out of my hand. “What in the world do you think you are doing, Ayame?” Alistair shouted, his furious gaze drifting from the syringe to me. “Have you gone crazy?”
“This is the only way to find the cure quickly, Alistair.” I said, trying to reach for the syringe. “So, please don’t stop me.”
His eyes narrowed and before I could even realise what he was doing, he had stabbed himself with the needle and pumped its contents into
