The Vial : An Answer To All The Question

"This is the briefed file of the case you've requested, sir," came the meek voice of the young policeman, who had the learners' badge on his shoulder. He was the chosen boy from all the trainees who oathed to become one like the man who stood in front of him, his shoulder leaning on the doorframe of the documents room. The senior had his eyes focused on a certain yellow file that read, 'Case: Rogue 61 - Death list.'

The boy wondered what the case was that had his senior engaged in it. He had the urge to question but held it back not daring to step off his limits.

Adrien, who had his eyes on the off-white sheets all this time, gave a glance at the file that the boy clutched in his hands, almost crumpling the old fragile material.

"Do you want the papers torn?" He questioned sternly as he gave a cold look at the already trembling boy. "Leave it on my desk." The words had the boy dash out of the room and come back in a few minutes.

"I want you to find out if there were anyone left alive during the Southborough attack," he demanded, focusing back on the death list. He knew it was searching for an alive person alive from Southborough had a very futile chance. But trying would cause no harm he thought.

"Jerry!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Remember, Rogue 61 should never be discussed anywhere but between us. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Nodded Jerry and saw his boss walk out of the document room, hiding the file underneath his coat. Though Jerry feared more than death to his boss he was still proud that the boss himself had handpicked him out of all of his fellow trainees. He saw most of them bubble in envy, for he had gotten the most-ranking cops to be boss. What more? He got to assist the man whom everyone claimed to take in as one of their topmost role models

Walking into his cabin, Adrien took all the files that were on his desk and put them in his black leather briefcase, making sure they didn't crumple at all. And when he was about to head out of his cabin he heard the pinging sound come from his phone. He took out his phone not-so-hastily as he headed out of the police station.

At the sight of their boss, the cops at the station stood up, saluting at him, but he was busy taking in the text and immediately dashed toward the parking lot. Wasting no more time, he got on his midnight blue bike and rode as fast as he could, rushing to the hospital.

Reaching the patient's room, he saw Christon talking to some of the nurses at the doorstep of the room seriously. Hearing his hasty clanking footsteps, Christon turned his head immediately before nodding off the nurses.

"How did that happen?"

"We still don't understand it. This case seems to get complicated day by day," muttered Christon, running his fingers through his already messy hair. "If this keeps going on, the patient would turn out to be a lab rat to the other doctors and scientists," he said as he scrunched his face.

Adrien glanced at his friend and shook his head before he entered the room. As he went in, he could smell the rusty smell of cold blood in the air, having him irk at it. There were various colorful wires connected to the body that lay on the white bed. His shoulder was bare with no bandages, unlike the last time he had come to see it.

It was obvious that the organs were dying from the injury that was on Diego's shoulder. It was black with new open pores which would spread all over the body and would decay with no help of burying in no time, thought Adrien. as he glanced at the body.

"Have you informed his family about it?"

"Not yet," said Christon hesitantly. Dealing with the patient's family was the only thing that gave him the hardest time when it came to his job. They'd never try to understand and would start blaming the doctors sharpening their emotions. Curses and Chaos, he thought as he sighed resignedly.

Adrien turned around and faced Christon, the youngest of his friends. He was more like a little brother to him.

He walked over to him and took hold of his hand before placing a small glass vile in his hand. Christon's eyes widened as soon as his eyes fell on the little thing.

"From where did-"

"Shh! You got to try this on him." Christon could not accept it. "It's risky, but there are chances that he'd get to recover soon," he paused as he glanced over at Diego, "or... quicken the process of him losing his life."

"I can't do this, brother," he shook his head with disagreement. "This is wrong." Christon gave the vial back to Adrien and heard him as he pinched his nose bridge.

"Listen, Chris," Adrien stepped forward, "Either you do it, or the case will have to stop abruptly in the middle. This isn't any other rogue that had bitten him."

"What do you mean?" Christon looked perplexed.

"There might be an involvement with the witch..." he trailed continuing, "-and perhaps the monarchy."

Christon looked at him shell-shocked, trying to grab in the information.

"I just want you to cope with this. If there's really an involvement with the witch, then the potion would work, but if there's no such thing as that, you know where might this result too."

Christon glanced at his patient, who hadn't shown one bit of improvement so far. He felt doing this was so wrong. Adrien gave the vial back and patted his shoulder, "Think wise and take a proper decision." With that, he left the room leaving a perplexed Chris, who raked his brain to choose from both the options that lay in front of him.

As minutes passed by, he stood there sighing for the umpteenth time. The grip around the vial tightened as he made up his mind to do what felt right at the moment.

He took out his phone and left a text for Adrien, and stepped forward toward the bed. He glanced at the crimson liquid in the little vial, coaked tightly. He bit his lips with too many questions clouding himself.

Pushing back his thought he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply before he opened his eyes and opened the vial. He leaned forward but came to an abrupt stop at the vibration of his phone.

He glanced back at the side table, on his lit phone.

It was Adrien.

Christon closed the coak tightly and looked at the text message.

'Shake the vial well before you use it' was what it said.

Christon did just as he was told, and opened the coak before taking a small dropper. As he took in the crimson liquid, he took off the oxygen mask and parted the pale bluish lips of his patient, trying not to hurt, and dropped down the liquid drop by drop, making sure the portion passed down Diego's throat. He waited for any positive signs holding his breath as he prayed for a good result.

Seconds passed to minutes, but no reaction could be spotted. Christon started panicking. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He bit his long nails and took his phone, ringing Adrien for help, and soon enough the call connected him.

"Did you do it?"

"Yes but-" A sharp gasp left his lips as he caught a glance of Diego's nails.