"The Fever Code And Life Discovering What WICKED Is." (Book 2!)

S2 Part 6

Y/n's POV:

The next morning, I woke up and did my morning routine. I am already wearing my WICKED uniform, walking to the lab; where I would start day 3.

I walked into the lab, two doors automatically closed. I looked, seeing another young girl here,  already getting the effects of the virus.

I see Ava approach me, I looked up at her, giving her a cold expression.

"Today will be a short day. You will be working with Janson again, yet again, there have been mistakes made. With your cleverness from last time, you can help us again." Ava said. Honestly, WICKED always makes mistakes, supposedly they need my help now.

I nodded in response, on what Ava said. Ava and I started walking to my office, all my lab equipment sitting on the white table.

"Good luck today Y/n." Ava said, leaving my office. I did what I was supposed to do; I already made a cure, and it didn't work.

I wasn't able to keep the last blood sample from the infected girl, I couldn't handle everyone here, finding out about my plans.

Even though; I couldn't do anything else to make a cure, I had to do it. No one can know, or they'll think I'm suspicious, and a spy.

I kept looking at the girl, seeing she has the same symptoms as the another girl. She had black roots, growing on her body, her eyes turning into a red or pink color; I already knew the symptoms to this virus, but I just needed to find out what stage this girl is at.

Stage 1. Infection. High fever, coughing, sore muscles, dying veins, memory lost, personalty changes, and convulsions.

Stage 2. Death. Blackened growing veins, decomposition, change in heart rate, fainting spells, and organ failure.

Stage 3. Life beyond death. Loss of sight, extensive root veins, deteriorated skin, extreme hunger, more violent, and hungry for humans. 

No control of there body, mind and emotions.

All they will have in mind is; kill anyone who is still human. I saw the girl, sitting down on the table with white tissue paper, looking very exhausted and tired.

I grabbed out a syringe, and a cotton ball from someone.

"Hey?!" Someone yells. Everyone eyes us, only for a moment, then went back to work. I ignored the person, walking over to the girl.

I sat down on the stool, she looks at me. Some of the doctors looked at me, very confused, and probably thinking I'm stupid for approaching the infected girl.

They already knew I approached the other infected girl, there probably thinking I'm a stupid child. I got comfortable in the stool, the girl kept looking at me, or observing me.

"Not to sound rude, but...Aren't you a little young to be a scientist?" The girl asked me.

  (The picture up top is what Y/n is right now).

My face went blank, thoughts running through my head, clearly shocked; I stopped my thoughts, and focused on the girl.

"Anyone can be a scientist, at any age, and don't judge someone on how they do there will of living." I say, the girl slowly nodded, but stopped seconds after.

This girl's body is being destroyed, by this virus, mentally and physically.

"Can you tell me a story? You told another doctor before I arrived." I said, I didn't want to hear a story, but only to find out what stage she is on.

"I-I don't remember." The girl spoken, very softly.

The girl's on stage 1; memory lost, but the symptoms can grow on her, really fast.