Chapter 85
Thalia’s Pov
The anticipation was killing me; an hour had passed with no red signals. Not the sort that implied the
machine was killing him, but we were getting the kind that said he was getting drowsier by the hour.
Doctor Willson, on the other hand, attributed it to the fact that he was losing blood.
The hemoglobin level was above six, which was a favorable indicator as long as it continued that way.
We were safe from him bing anemic or going into shock. We were also checking for any signs of
o*gan failure, but everything appeared to be fine at the time.
Brandon, on the other hand, had stopped speaking and was not responding to exchanges. The doctor
suggested we give him some time and let the equipment do its job. Nestor walked up to me and led me
to the kitchen, telling me that I had done my bit and that it was now up to Brandon to fight.
But my mind was crowded with the machine. We couldn’t analyze the filtration rate because it was too
early, we had no data and we were doing everything blindly. We didn’t know when to turn it off but
relied on guessing.
It was too early to assess the filtration and we had no idea when to turn it off but we estimated if the
Hemoglobin kept falling.
“You need to eat Thalia,” Nestor said and began preparing some food.
“What if he does not make it?” I asked.
“Do not say that,” he replied.
“No no, let’s start thinking outside the box, there should be n B, we do not have n B,” I said and
began panicking. Nestor stopped me and told me to breathe in. “Okay that’s a good idea, you can start
thinking about that without panicking,” he suggested and got me back to my seat.
He was right, panicking was not a solution, but my brain was all messed up and I couldn’t think. I sat on
the kitchen chair biting my nails. Nestor handed me some orange juice. “Please drink it all, remember
you have to look after the baby as well,” he reminded me. I nodded and began drinking it, my body felt
like it was being dragged.
I needed to clear my mind so while he was cooking I decided to go and take a shower. I always did my
best thinking in the shower.
I took my leave and told him I would return but first I checked on Brandon before going to shower. He
was still hanging on, so I took my things and went to shower. Under the cold stters, I began
troubleshooting for other solutions.
The FRASER 2021i worked like a kidney dialysis machine. Just like it, it was not a permanent solution
especially since his cells were still going to keep replicating. If it worked it was only going to give him
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time.
That was a luxury that he did not have but he needed a cure, the machine was providing some sort of
treatment but we had no idea of the duration or prognosis. But apart from something that filtered what
else could work? I kept thinking to myself.
I finished my shower, dressed up, and joined Dr. Willson.
“The Hb keeps dropping, I think we should remove the machine and study the cells,” he suggested as
soon as I walked into the room.
I looked at the Hb and it was seven, “Unplug it,” I seconded, anything below six was anemic and we did
not want to risk that.
He gave the orders and we removed the machine. They quickly took a sample and I waited in
anticipation. Brandon was unconscious, somehow it drained all of his energy. I noted that down, there
was a need to adjust that element.
But I was eager about the result and the doctor kept taking too long with his useless microscope. He
looked up at me and called me to take a look. I walked slowly to him and he gave me space to see the
difference myself. In one of the specimens, there were a lot of mutations while in the other there were a
few. “You did it destiny, what we have to do is find the duration,” he stated with a smile.
“But these cells can still kill him,” I replied. “No no I was expecting below thirty-five liter,” I added.
“Ms. Thalia, as we are filtering the old mutated cells, new ones are getting replicated in his body. As it
stands, it will be which process will be faster than the other but I will rmend you for this machine,”
he said and drew his hand for a handshake. I stared at it, p*ssed.
“Ms. Thalia, your machine works, at least be proud of that,” he added and put his hand away.
“How far with your cure, have you made any progress?” I asked.
He stared at me, he was definitely not expecting me to ask about the cure. “Brandon told me about
recalling your team and funding you to continue searching for a cure.”
He cleared his throat like he was embarrassed. “Oooh yes we are, but we are unable to culture the
cells in ab environment, if you have noticed everything dies. That’s our major roadblock,” he replied.
I only rolled my eyes in anger and walked to the kitchen. Nestor was almost done, and the food smelled
delicious. “Lichens!” I yelled and took a seat. “For two years the fool can’t grow the cells in aboratory
set up. He has all the money at his disposal,” I added. Nestor ignored my statement and handed me
the food. “Stop stressing, your monkeys were dying too that exined why he is having difficulty too.”
I looked up at my food in shame and began eating it, it did not taste as good as it was because my
mind was still thinking of n B. The ratio of the mutated cells was too high for the machine to keep up.
Yes, it slowed down the mutation and was possibly going to prevent any clots but the body was going
to notice the change and adapt to the mutation. That was my worry, I did not want to be a party pooper.
I noted how everyone was smiling while I was the only grampy one, smearing my negative energy all
over my creation. But I had studied Brandon’s disease and was well aware of the ratios. We needed a
ratio of below thirty if the machine was going to work as a dialysis machine.
After another two hours, the doctor walked in and suggested we put him back to the machine. It was
stressing on his body but we needed toe up with the time interval. With a Hb of nine, we decided
to put him back to the machine while we closely monitored the mutation. We kept repeating the process
until the following morning.
Even though he was still unconscious there was some significant change in the mutation and he was
breathing on his own. That gave me a smile in the morning but being plugged on and off to a machine
every two hours was unbearable.
I decided to take my morning walk and Nestor decided to apany me. We walked in silence while
my mind was still thinking of n B. I should have thought of that while I was still making the
FRASER2021i but it was toote to cry over spilled milk.
“I have something that will cheer you up?” Nestor broke the silence. I heard him loud and clear but I
was not interested in anything.
“I sent the letter to Josh about his impotence, he probably knows that he is not the father of the baby
his wife is carrying,” he stated and expected a reply from me but I had long buried that obsession. Josh
and Jessica could kill themselves and I wouldn’t blink an eye. My main concern was Brandon and
finding n B.
“Thalia, did you hear what I have just said?”
I stopped walking and turned “Yes I heard you loud and clear but I have important s*it to worry about
rather than those two idiots,” I replied, turned, and continued walking.
“I was only trying to lighten your mood, you thinking too much is not good for the baby,” he replied.
“Thene up with a productive topic.”
“Okay, did Brandon give you the name? Did he get to name the baby?” he asked.
I stopped and held my mouth, Brandon kept postponing naming the child and I became so preupied
with working on the machine that I forgot about the name.
“No, he did not,” I stated.
Nestor noted my worry and held my hands, “As soon as he opens his eyes tell him to name his child,
okay,?”
I quickly nodded my head, I gave Brandon a simple task but like always he was doing his own thing of
being too difficult. But he was going to name the baby whether he liked it or not. I was not going to
ept any excuses the minute he opened his eyes.