I finally got a call from the man Thomas and James had told me about. Or at least I thought that was who it was when 'Unknown Number' showed up on my phone screen.
I picked it up, hit answer, and put it to my ear. "Hello?"
"This is John Laurens?"
I could hear a small hint of a southern drawl, but not prominent enough to tell what state he was from. His voice was deep.
"Hello... I mean... yeah, this is him..." God, I was so awkward.
"I heard from Thomas Jefferson you're seeking help?"
"Yes. I am. I guess you already know what for."
There was a pause, a shuffling of papers in the background.
"I do. Lafayette's death is very unfortunate. I offer my condolences."
Why would he call him by name?
"Uh... Thanks, I think... What can you do to help, exactly?"
"I can tell you my hypothesis based on personal experience. I've seen it happen to people time and time again."
I held my breath, forgetting to tell him to tell me more. Thankfully, he continued.
"This makes the eleventh person."
"Did you count James Laurens and a girl named Rose?"
"No. That makes it thirteen, then... But I've begun to piece it together. It's possible that the person's brain simply didn't have the strength to hold the NeuroLink. It's most likely genetic."
"Oh... That's it?"
"Again, it's a hypothesis. It hasn't been tested yet. If you can go off of that, by all means do so. If not, I apologize for the wasted time. Goodbye."
The line went dead.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
