To Rebuild What Is Broken, Part VIII

[mattbarradell]

Part I - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9104
Part II - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9133
Part III - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9146
Part IV - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9222
Part V - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9229
Part VI - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9230
Part VII - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16670

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Travis stood there a moment, coat in hand, staring at the spot where the potion had landed, now soaking into the hard wood floor.

'If I'd perfected that none of this would have happened!' He allowed himself a moment of this and then headed out to the hospital.

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When he arrived he stood in the reception of the hospital and looked blankly at the large board directing patients to different departments.

"You OK sweetie?" The lady behind reception asked, her overly madeup face peering over the counter at him.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm... I'm looking for Nathan Roberts?"

"Oh, let me check." She clicked away at the computer her long red nails making loud clack sounds on the keys. "He's in Ward 7, you know where that is?"

Travis looked at the board and nodded, walking away simultaneously.

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He followed the red line and found his way into the ward looking around anxiously. There in the corner by the window was Nathan, lying on his side bandages around his exposed chest.

"Nathan!" Travis called running towards him.

"Travis?" Nathan said looking up his eyes filled with shock and relief.

"Are you OK?" Travis sat next to him on the bed looking at the bandages with concern.

"I'll live... I guess." Nathan lowered his eyes afraid Travis would see the tears forming.

"I'm so sorry Nath, I don't want time apart, I... I love you." Travis flushed.

"What? You...?" Nathan stared into his boyfriend's eyes. A word he'd never used until now.

"I'm so sorry Nath."

"I... I... I love you too." Nathan responded with as much effort as he could. The words were true but hard to say.

Travis suddenly blurted "I can fix this... please let me fix this." and now he was the one crying.

"Fix what? Travis what are you talking about? This isn't your fault." He rubbed Travis's arm in reassurance.

"I'm gonna fix this I swear I will." And with that Travis got up and left. His mind running over time.

Nathan lay there watching him leave, confused and sore.

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Travis got home an hour later and got his papers out. Sitting at his desk he familiarised himself with all his previous notes looking for a solution. Something to make the formula stable.

"Sugar?" Travis stared at the chemical formulas on the page and it was just too simple. "Sugar? Oh my god that's it! It needed glucose! Just one part per one thousand!"

The rest of the night was spent producing more formula, now with his new secret ingredient. The only problem now was who to test it on?

It would have to be a very low dose to start with but enough to show results. Maybe three drops in a glass of water? But who?

A realisation struck him. One that seemed so obvious. A true scientist would not bawk at testing something on themselves!

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At 3am he sat at the kitchen table, glass in one hand a pipette in the other. He put three drops into the water and then stirred it. It looked the same.

'Am I seriously going to do this?' Travis noticed his hand were shaking. 'Fuck it!'

With that he raised the shaking glass to his lips and downed it in three big gulps. 'Now what?'

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More to come on all my stories

Matt

[Mass Driver]

Like I said, you have a good imagination.
Keep Writing.

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