Allen took her answer as a yes and smiled politely at her. "Well alright, it won't take more than an hour if they'll allow me to make the drug, so don't move as much as you should. I'm not making any promises or anything but if I don't come back within two hours, assume that they rejected my request to make another serum." A buzzer rang out in the small room, signaling to Allen that his time was up in TS-19's presence and sighed. He patted her head gently as a quick farewell for now and walked towards the metal doors, as they immediately opened to let him in and as soon as he left the small room, they immediately slammed shut.
Professor Roy walked up to Allen as he entered and requested the data of the status report, Allen handed the clipboard to him and decided to give him a quick summary of what was happening. "It seems like the drug you entered in her system didn't do what it was supposed to do... Long story short, she's tired but she can't sleep, she has difficulty breathing, her heart rate is below average, was the drug meant for her to sleep?"
Professor Roy nodded before handing Allen's clipboard back to him. "That was what it was supposed to do, but the scientists here thought best if they could attempt to mix the sleeping drug and other active ingredients to increase her mental capabilities, we didn't bother to give it a test run but it's kind of bad that it's not neccarrily working well."
They gave her a serum that they hadn't tested?
Did they indirectly want her to die?
"If it's not a problem Professor, but I was wondering if I can make a drug that would lessen the symptoms for her?" Allen asked, he attempted to hide all shock and disgust from his face and was doing a good job at it.
"Why would you do something like that?" One of the woman researchers asked, before she gestured to the metal door. "The effects will soon wear off in due time anyway, there's no need to waste our chemicals and resources."
Waste? These people must get a helleva bunch of tax payer dollars to support the facility. So what if I just use a few minor ingredients on the hurting girl behind the cold metal doors?
Professor Roy's calculating gaze fell upon the metal doors that separated this side of the lab from the room, before looking back at Allen. His yellow eyes held an unknown emotion that the Professor couldn't quite make out before he scowled. "Don't make me regret my decision, Allen, do as you may, as long as that serum doesn't get in the way of the active ingredients in our drug."
Allen nodded slightly holding in a smile as he thanked the Professor, while the other scientists and researchers in the room stared at the Professor as if he grew a second head. "Thank you, Professor."