ext_221841: (Bats)

Keeping a Promise

Brenda came home from the Nexus, telling the girls to take Ace out and throw the ball for him for awhile and then wheeling wearily toward the elevator. The slight cough she'd wakened with that morning was worse, and her head was ringing slightly as though she had a fever, but she pushed away the symptoms as she rode down to the Cave. The formula that she hoped would restore Kat to her proper age was completed, and she'd finished the initial testing. Trials on adult mice had shown no effect, but trials on mice that had been regressed with the formula that Kat had been exposed to had returned to their proper appearance.

She'd done those tests seven days ago, and the mice continued healthy. So all that was left now was for human testing.

Brenda wheeled into the lab and scrubbed her hands, then removed the container of de-aging compound from the locked cupboard and set it in her lap while she also got the antidote. This done, she wheeled toward a containment room and locked herself inside.

One whiff of the compound had her blinking disorientedly at the change in perspective and a little sick to her stomach, but she steeled herself and injected the antidote straight into a vein.

Perspective changed again, and Brenda managed a smile before her eyes slipped shut and she toppled from the wheelchair.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-11 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Leslie had come up to the mansion with some charts regarding the children's health and the lists of innoculations each of them was missing in hand. Pointed to the Cave Leslie went down, then blinked when she saw the Containment Room in use.

Hurrying over she looked in, then gasped and quickly went to try and secure the room to get in and to Brenda.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-11 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
As the room ulocked itself Leslie hurried in and bent down.

"Brenda? Brenda, look at me!" she said quickly, checking her vitals.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-11 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Leslie quickly paged Alfred and struggled to get her back in her wheelchair. "What on earth were you thinking, child? You should be in bed!"

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-11 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's been experimenting on herself, from the looks of it. She's far too sick to do it, too," Leslie said tersely. "We need to put her to bed."

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Alfred, we'll need an ice pack and towels," she said. "And some of that fever and cold medicine.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"He's probably on his way home," she said gently, then looked at Alfred. "I can get her to her room, but I'm worried about this fever persisting."
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2007-09-12 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright then, luv." Failing to notice his verbal slip in his concern for Brenda, he turned and hurried toward the stairs.

Brenda, meanwhile, sneezed repeatedly till she was nearly whimpering. "Not fair."

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"What's not fair, dear?" she asked, turning the wheelchair and rubbing her shoulder. "Easy there."

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I told you to take it easy, not test antidotes on yourself," she said, almost sternly.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Then you should have gone to bed at once. I'm surprised at you," she said, voice full of surprise and a bit of irritance.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Easy," Leslie rubbed her back more, then quickly got her to her room and into her bed.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Is it clearly marked?" Leslie asked gently.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Leslie let him in, kissing his cheek and lifting the primary supplies.

"Hurry, love. We need to get her cooled."

She went to Brenda and poured medicine onto a spoon. "Take this, Brenda. It will help."

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-09-12 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"It'll help that too," she said gently. "Try it."

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