Chapter 179
Dafa's POV
The sterile white of the lab seemed to amplify the tension in the room. Dr. Merrill, his brow furrowed in concentration, meticulously ran the final tests on the synthesized antidote. Each beep of the machine, each drop of liquid transferred, felt like an eternity. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of scientific precision.
I was feeling worried for Alayna. She'd looked exhausted, her face pale and drawn, when she'd left the hospital earlier. The minister's case had taken its toll on her, I could see it in her eyes. And now, they were calling her back.
"How is it looking, Doc?" I asked, my voice strained. I'd been pacing for what felt like hours, the linoleum floor growing slick beneath my anxious strides.
Dr. Merrill didn't respond, his focus absolute. He adjusted a dial, his eyes glued to the monitor displaying a complex graph. Finally, after an agonizing silence, he let out a long, slow exhale.
