Red Cure (on hold)

Part 18

October 28, 2039 11:10 pm

No cure yet. I did find that they were trying to develop a cure, but not in time to save Sharp; just in time to save the rest of them. That’s why they were taking so much blood. They were monitoring the progress of the virus but they didn’t want us to know, so they took everyone else’s blood as well. They burned the useless blood and kept ours, they had been trying to modify my blood into a cure for the infected blood but they were doing something wrong. The blood cells always died to matter what they did.

I tried to see Sharp again but they still won’t let me in. Helen and Andrew tried to help me get in by talking to Bald One but he wouldn’t budge. They did manage to get Dr. Yvonne on the medical team though and she has been giving us updates. Her fever is dangerously high but it has stopped rising. Her rash has gotten darker to make her skin look like it’s rotting off; I only know this because I made Dr. Yvonne describe her to me. She tried to be nice about it but I didn’t want anything softened.

She says she asks for me in her sleep a lot but the pain and small doses of Morph keep her under. I want to save her but I want to be with her at the same time; it’s a difficult line to walk. I have to find a cure fast and I can’t do that unless I’m working outside her hospital room.

I still haven’t heard from Marine Stevens I wonder if they’re keeping the letters delayed. I hope that by the time he gets here the only thing we have to worry about telling him is the wedding situation.

October 29, 2039 11:36 pm

They upped her morphine a little but Yvonne had to beg for them to give her the little bit more. They only did so because the Morph doesn’t affect the disease, if it had any kind of positive affect they would have taken her off the Morph completely.

I feel hopeless. All I do all day and most of the night if I haven’t collapsed from exhaustion is search for a cure. But I still haven’t found one. I don’t even have a clue.

I have to keep working.

October 30, 2039 11:30 pm

My blood is the cure. Or rather my marrow is the cure.

I’ve found that people who are immune to the original BV weren’t actually immune to start with. Each person had a special gene that was able to adapt and evolve faster than any anyone had seen before. Not that they had seen it, no one had caught it.

The scientists had been pairing Sharp’s now diseased cells with my healthy cells. They had left her healthy cells alone. When I paired them with another person in the compounds cells something amazing happened. The other person labeled R-17 had completely healthy AB+ and Sharp’s was a healthy O-. When R-17’s cells were introduced into Sharp’s cells hers changed. They went from O- to AB+ and the AB+ cells changed to O-. I then introduced my own cells to the mixture. All of the cells from both people changed to my A+, no matter how many cells I introduced from either person, mine took over completely.

The way I figure it, all she needs is a bone marrow transplant. The cells are created in the marrow and since my cells are so aggressive they’ll storm the castle and start training the new cells produced in the way of Peter’s Cells and the old will die off, taking the disease with them.

This means I’ll have to take the bone marrow machine in with me but I can’t get to the place where they store the Morph so I’ll go without it. I don’t have any of my blood left over so I could get pretty weak if I have to take out more than one liter of bone marrow. I’ll make sure to take some food with me on the cart; I don’t know how long we’ll have to stay in the room.