any and all men. You’ll be safe from the virus being triggered and I vow to you that I won’t sleep until I find a cure for you.”
Alice stared at her for so long, Penelope got a little uncomfortable. All of a sudden, she slid to the edge of the bed, her breasts sagged against her body beneath the robe. She lowered her legs until her feet touched the floor and leaned forward. “Fine. You can try your cure.” Alice pierced her with a heated stare. “But if it doesn’t work,” her lips trembled, “I want you to bring poison next time you walk through the door.”
“I can’t do it, Alice. I won’t. I’ll simply put you in quarantine.”
“I can’t live like this any longer, Dr. Drake.” Her tired eyes leaked water in a steady stream down her hollowed cheeks. “I don’t want to live the rest of my life tucked away in a small room boxed in. It’s like living in a fucking coffin. I hate being indoors as it is all the time. It’s torture for me. I miss the sun on my face and working in my garden. I didn’t have much on that desolate planet, but I liked my life.”
Penelope, hands in her jacket pocket as she fingered the vial of cure, squatted down next to the bed. “I won’t rest until I find a cure, Alice. I promise. I’ll only leave you tucked away in quarantine temporarily so no man will trigger your pain.”
“I know you mean well, Dr. Drake, but this virus is worse than anything you can imagine. I ended up having sex with ten different men just to get transportation to this facility. Today’s little experimental fuck party was more painful than any I’ve gone through since this started. Promise me you’ll help me die, if your cure doesn’t work.”
While Penelope understood her desire to end her life, she wouldn’t help her do it. “I’ll think about it.”
“No. Either promise or I won’t let you test me.”
Penelope had no intention of killing her, but she leaned forward and stared in her eyes. “I promise I won’t let you suffer if my cure doesn’t work.”
“Swear it.”
Penelope pulled her hand from her pocked and lifted it as if in solemn reverence. With a silent promise to induce a temporary coma if the cure didn’t work, Penelope crossed her fingers behind her back and placed her other hand across her heart. “I swear it.”
Alice’s entire body slumped on the bed. “Okay.”
“I’ll give you the cure. It’s supposed to work in less than an hour. However, we’ll wait for four hours to make sure it’s taken effect and then I’ll bring back Karl to test you. Will that be okay?”
“Fine. But make sure you bring the poison along when you bring Karl. I’m not having sex with him again to stop the pain if your cure doesn’t work on me.”
Penelope nodded, said a silent prayer. She retrieved vial attached to the hypo jet shot filled with the last cure from her pocket. Surreptitiously, she blocked the camera and put the pressure device against Alice’s upper arm. She released the final dose to cure the dreaded and horrifying SOS Virus.
Seconds after the cure released in her system, Alice smiled. Penelope smiled in return.
Alice giggled. “Well, that didn’t hurt at all. I feel good.”
“That’s great. Why don’t you try to rest? I’ll be back later.”
“Okay, but don’t forget your promise.”
Penelope forced a smile onto her lips. “I won’t. Now get some sleep.”
“I mean it Dr. Drake.” Alice cackled with glee making Penelope wonder if there was a mood enhancing drug mixed with the SOS cure.
She turned to go but Alice grabbed her arm. With a huge smile plastered on her face, she added, “If you don’t bring poison when you come later, I’ll find another way to kill myself. Please make my death more humane.”
Penelope nodded and patted her arm. “Let’s hope for the best, okay? Perhaps when I bring Karl back you’ll be completely immune to him.”
Alice exhaled a deep breath. “I hope so.”
Little was known about this virus.
Larry Collins, Dominique Lapierre