Fighting

Con’s breathing becomes shallow, and he numbly drinks a little bit of water, but shakes his head at the mention of food. He doesn’t know when he’s ever resisted food, but right now, it’s the furthest thing from his mind.

He begins to drift in and out of consciousness, dreams beginning to torment his mind. Pictures of the past…strong emotions felt. Fear. Dread. Anger. He hears gunshots…he feels the wounds all over again, reliving past years in the field. He sees again the horror faced of fights and war on the streets he’d tried so hard to end. He sees friends and family, pained by choices and circumstances…his choices…his circumstances.

Con begins to writhe in bed, now no longer waking, but beginning to shake from chills and shock. He pulls off the towel and kicks off the blankets, fighting anything and everything. His hand goes to the side of his head as he resists the pain.


Jason follows Rick back out of the lab. “I’m coming with you.”

“Suit yourself. You might want to call Laura too.”

Laura…Jason hadn’t even thought about that. “I’ll meet you at Con’s.” He heads for Laura’s desk.


Wyatt smiles at the sound of Katie’s voice. “Alright, I’ll tell Ty. He, um…told me you might be working with him a little on reading. I think that’s great.” He looks up as Jason and Rick hurry past. “Katie, hang on a sec.” After finding out the details, Wyatt resumes his conversation, his tone changed to concerned. “Jason and Rick just passed, they’re going over to Con’s. Sounds like he’s not doing well at all – they don’t know how, but he’s been poisoned with a similar substance that got Jason in such bad shape…Rick doesn’t know what he’s going to do.”