Like COVID-19.
‘So, if you catalogue these new samples, and the data aligns with what we already have, we might just be ready to trial the cure,’ said Dr Gurtlychund.
Alexa nodded. She had been working with Dr Gurtlychund and the others (before they died) on the cure for the virus for weeks; and now — finally — there was a slim chance that they may have found the cure.
And Alexa would finally know what it felt like to grasp a cock in her hands again.
‘I’ll do it,’ she said proudly.
Dr Gurtlychund nodded and left.
Alexa didn’t waste any time. She tore open the box of samples and began running them on the samplometer. Each sample came up positive and each matched up with the results they had previously obtained from other samples they had sampled.
This was great news.
But Alexa knew she had to replicate the results against the original sample. Any excuse to hold that powerful beast in her hands once again — she didn’t need to be asked twice.
Alexa took the creamy, bubbling COVID-19 sample from the workbench, holding it close to her quivering breasts as she returned to the samplometer. She ran the sample and it came out exactly as she had hoped.
This was perfect. It meant they’d be able to run the trials for the cure.
Unless…
Alexa flounced across the lab, her blonde hair wafting lavishly, to Dr Gurtlychund’s workstation. She opened the cabinet containing the trial vaccines and took out a test tube containing a bright blue liquid. The cure.
She knew there wasn’t enough COVID-19.
She just knew it.
So… if the trials were about to begin, she knew what she’d have to do.
And she decided, because she knew it, that she’d have to take action.
Alexa opened the test tube filled with the trial vaccine—
Pop.
She opened the tube filled with the Coronavirus sample—
Pop.
Alexa stared at it. The creamy liquid bubbled and popped like a fresh bowl of Rice Krispies.
Snap, crackle, pop.
Even the sound of the virus made her ovaries clash together like cymbals.
It was so powerful.
So strong.
So… deadly.
Which was why it had to be stopped.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, Alexa raised the sample of COVID-19 so the virus neared the edge of the test tube. She only needed to add a drop. She was one of the best scientists around, so was confident a drop would be all it would take to make the vaccine perfect.
Just… one… drop…
Plop.
There. Alexa had done it. She replaced the lids on each test tube, and returned the vaccine to the cabinet. Dr Gurtlychund would never need to know Alexa had made the changes. They’d run the trial by the medical council, get approval, then in a few months they’d administer the vaccine to test subjects around the country and monitor how they reacted. Once the trials were a success — which of course they would be — they’d use the original vaccine to create more and more and more to use across the world.
It would be a waiting game, but Alexa knew it would be worth it.
After thirty minutes, Dr Gurtlychund returned to the lab carrying boxes of medical supplies. His face was red and his eyes sunken, like he was desperate for sleep.
But they couldn’t sleep. They had lives to save.
‘How were the new samples?’ he asked.
Alexa couldn’t hide her smile. ‘All perfect.’
Dr Gurtlychund’s eyes widened. ‘Seriously?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well then… we can do it. We can start the trial.’
Alexa smiled. ‘Yeah. I’ll write the letter to the medical council—’
‘No,’ said Dr Gurtlychund. ‘We’re skipping approval from the medical council.’
Alexa’s heart fluttered like it had done the time she’d fucked the farmer’s cross-eyed son and uncrossed his eyes.
‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
Dr Gurtlychund dropped the boxes and marched over to the vaccine cabinet. He threw open the door and grabbed the vaccine.
The very same vaccine Alexa had added an extra drop of COVID-19 to.
‘I’ll do it,’ he said.
Alexa gasped. ‘Doctor, no—’
‘Alexa, please — call me Bob.’
Alexa gasped. ‘Bob, no—’
‘Yes, Alexa,’ he said sternly. He took a syringe out from his lab pocket and popped off the lid of the test tube.
Pop.
—then Dr Gurtlychund dipped the needle into the vaccine and drew the blue liquid up into the liquid-holding part of the syringe.
‘Bob, you can’t,’ said Alexa, grabbing his bicep. It was so small. So weak.
‘Alexa, I can,’ he said. ‘And I will. I have to.’
‘You might die.’
‘Better me than some helpless children.’
Dr Gurtlychund rolled up the sleeve of his arm.
‘I have to do this. Alexa, I didn’t tell you this before, but… I have the Coronavirus.’
Alexa gasped again, then covered her mouth as she realised she and Dr Gurtlychund were not practising social distancing etiquette.
‘So, this is my only option,’ he said proudly. ‘Dr Ashingtonford, if the trial doesn’t work… it has been an honour working with you.’
Alexa nodded and stepped back two metres.
Then… Dr Gurtlychund plunged the syringe into his arm, and the blue liquid disappeared into his veins.
There was a moment of silence.
Alexa had never seen Dr Gurtlychund in this way before. So brave. So selfless.
Maybe she had misjudged him.
Maybe.
Maybe…
He fell to the floor.
‘DOCTOR!’ exclaimed Alexa with panic-driven fear.
‘NO,’ he yelled. ‘Don’t come any closer… I have it under control…’
For some reason the lights flashed. Wind whipped around the lab, lashing Alexa’s hair back and forth and shaking her ample breasts. There was lots of sound and shaking and Alexa’s heart hammered harder than the time she was hammered by the carpet fitter when he came to fit carpets in her country manor.
Alexa edged back, pushing back until her back pushed back against the wall.
Dr Gurtlychund screamed. He clutched his chest. He crawled around the back of his workspace as the wind whipped up and the lights flashed again.
Then…
Silence.
The wind settled and Alexa’s hair fell perfectly against her shoulders.
‘Dr Gurtlychund?’ she breathed.
Nothing.
‘Umm… Bob?’
‘Who is… Bob?’ came a voice.
Alexa blinked. Who… what?
‘Bob?’ uttered Alexa. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I know no Bob…’
A hand clamped down on the workspace. It looked like a normal hand,
