The Bullet That Killed The World Page 3

“Have you any idea how much money we lost because that blissful chamber opened prematurely?”

  “Come on, Miller, it is no secret that the possibility of retur- ning the body alive was less than half.”

  “I DO NOT CARE!” He cried so desperate that a vein in his

  forehead throbbed him like a flash of flesh.

  “Do no yell at me”, she pointed her closing the office door.

  “Sorry, love, I do not know what I’ll do from now.”

  “The problem is that medicine has always looked from the perspective of a business.”

  “You sound like your husband” said spying reaction with the corner of his eye.

  “Ah, Now I’m not your love, and I throw in face I am the wife of Donovan!”

  “Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. Would not you or the doctor’s wife Donovan?”

  “Whom I betrayed whit you since my breasts was the size of

  two lemons.”

  “What do you suggest? Both your life like it depends on this business, and at the rate we’re going, you do not have money to give to your daughter when she wants to go to the movies.”

  “Our daughter, you mean.”

  “Why do you keep changing the subject, and also with that issue that we’ve talked a thousand times?”

  “Because Samantha is your daughter”, she assured unscrewing the breastplate of his heart.”

  “Samantha is the daughter of Donovan, and that you know that. Also, I do not understand what scares you. You get to check with a simple DNA sample.”

  “I’m no afraid that Samantha is Donovan daughter,” she re- plied. “I’m afraid that the girl knows, at this point, that his father is my boss.”

  “Let’s leave, then things as they are. I I’ve always said.”

  Miller came to extinguish the anger of her lover, but she backed away, eyes on her watch.

  “It’s time for me to go. My daughter participates in a school gala with other children with real parents. See you tomorrow, Dr. Miller.”

  The office door closed again, this time sharply, and Miller crossed his arms with his eyes lost in thought. He walked a few steps without touching the floor lines, of something made from child, and between financial eddies, emerged the idea of being a father.

  The next day, Rachel did not attend work. Miller made a couple of calls that were never answered, much less returned. In that case, there was nothing to ask Donovan.

  “I’ve called a couple of times, and does not answer. Something happens?”

  “He stayed with the girl at home. Samantha has one of its crises. Things did not go well yesterday in the school gala.”

  “How serious is the problem?”

  “You know how it is. Do you think we have failed as parents?” “What’s that?”

  “I do not know. Sami is not the typical girl who is related to the other girls. The other day I was worried, because I found the drawing of a door under his bed. I asked what that meant, and told me it was to escape the world. Not to worry? A girl of just ten years looking for a way out.”

  “¿Samantha suffers nightmares?”

  “Perhaps the girl refers to escape from the things he sees in his dreams. I do not know how you did not have children with extended vision you have with regard to kids.”

  Again, the idea weighed on his head.

  “No, nothing like that. Sometimes the outside sees only those

  inside. You’re an excellent father, and that is admirable. And Sa- mantha is normal, just have to grow, and you’ll see how the river takes its course. Now, if you allow me, I must try to repair this mess that has come upon us.”

  Rachel spent a day without going to work, then another, and another, who became a week. Upon his return, he did triumph. He proposed a multimillion-dollar solution to Miller. The idea was so good, but so perverse, that their relationship secretly strengthened as ever. They were made for each other. She would do necessary because her man to rain the money. Only then, he was transformed into a prince leaving the breastplate of thorns on fire.

  “Then, is not it’s an idea of mine?” She said making circles

  with a pencil in front of his face, as if trying to hypnotize.

  Miller was speechless. The plan was brilliant, dirty but brilliant.

  Something for nothing in this world would tell Donovan.

  The idea of Rachel broke all sales forecasts when brought to light the new prices of synthetic organs. A last project that was stalled because very few could afford to pay. The news was media and marketing campaign exploded in all dimensions. Almost anyone could acquire a printed organ transplant in a laboratory. And the best part was that these bodies were so well designed that exceeded warranty natural.

  The core business was contaminating bisphenol organs this compound artificial organic molecules have effects on the brain and behavior. The consequences of transplants impacted in a significant increase in aggression, anxiety, hyperactivity, learning and memory. Iceberg was again the protagonist in declaring low prices. The formula was the gains to be business when the same organs would literally which ill patients undergoing. And it was the best thing that no one would suspect, because these organs had been sold, and the results were more effective.

  Iceberg regained his strength thanks to genetics, forgetting al-

  most entirely the issue of freezing people. Several rooms to turn

  them into hospital were modified, and an agreement with phar- maceutical networks in the country was created. The world was grateful for the opportunity to live longer with their loved ones and enjoy longevity healthier way. Have the opportunity for a be- tter life, from the point of biology, he liked to humanity.

  But what starts badly ends badly. When business was booming, Rachel Miller proposed a vacation in Switzerland. She loved those bohemian districts such as Carouge.

  “What I tell my husband?” she asked divining one dressed res- ponse jealousy.

  “Is it so hard to call it by its name?” It worked.

  “What do I tell Dr. Donovan?” Miller showed a smile.

  “Tell him we have new offers pharmaceutical companies in Europe and we will negotiate.”

  She came seducer.

  “How many days will be business for Europe, my king?” she asked face cat in heat while holding the tie.

  He could barely answer. Their faces were so close together that the owner mistook breathing. Impetuously, he lifted his leg like a professional tango. She gave his neck to the passion and bit her lip as she opened the top two buttons of his white shirt. He removed her blouse, he slipped his hands under the bra and touch, closed his eyes decrypting the volume of those perfect breasts, small, but well formed. They kissed, and taking her by the waist, sat on the desk. Rachel wanted more, wanted more bare skin. He tore his shirt as Miller helped his shoulders. Her chest stuck to him, and rubbing chemistry ignited passion. Everything on the desk moved as if the act would give a latent life. Rachel held her screams at the climax and left the trail of her nails on the back of Miller. The papers were wet. They panted like wild animals. Things stopped moving. They regained the color of calm, and she was again her

  ponytail in her hair.

  At all times, Donovan was concealed the truth about new con- taminated with a dangerous amount of bisphenol A organs Dr. Donovan was different human values were above any monetary figure. He was obsessed with medicine, but it was a healthy, trans- parent obsession, and the worst is that they never suspected his wife of infidelity with the creator of Iceberg. So, when the day to say they would have to travel to Europe, agreed without pretexts he arrived.

  At the airport, Dr. Miller distanced himself from both without taking the phone from his ear. You’d think she was putting the final touches.

  “No going to ask you to take care of Samantha, because I know you do better than me,” she said with a confident smile on her lips saturated pink lipstick.

  “Relax, love, you know that everything will be fine. Just a little

  fever. And tell
him not to worry.”

  “Sometimes I wonder if the life we deserve. We have the per- fect house, the perfect daughter, the perfect job, and even the owner of Iceberg leaves everything in your hands when I have to attend conventions heaping those stupid amateurs.”

  “It would be perfect if I could really go too, although negotia- tions are not my thing.”

  “But you’ve asked, and have not wanted to go. Miller himself until he has asked you, and you have preferred to stay.”

  “Because I love the idea of being in front of the largest ge- netic center of the country, even for one week. Also, do not allow him to travel if not because it is so old it can be your grandfather.”

  “Do not exaggerate!”

  “All right ... Your father,” smiled without suspicion.

  At that time, the call to your flight arrival was announced.

  “I have to go,” she said holding shoulders as who says goo- dbye to a friend.

  “I know, and quiet, everything will be fine.”

  She was convinced that the other man looked at the time, but should put at least a kiss on the lips of her husband.

  Donovan raised his hand to bid farewell to Dr. Miller, who replied to the farewell with a bad word in mind.

  They left, and Donovan stood alone like a dog at the airport.

  “You had to do that in front of me?” Miller questioned the chip in fangs.

  “For the next, look to another place” she replied ironic part with saturated pink lipstick smile.

  Donovan returned to Iceberg, and the first patient received was his own daughter. Samantha was very ill. He complained of a severe pain in the chest and, minutes later, was knocked uncons- cious. Lupus penetrated both your body that damaged several or- gans and bones. The disease is so unfavorable that cells of the immune system assault the body’s own cells. The cause of lupus erythematosus remains unknown. However, it is an autoimmune disease and accredited as alteration in the immune system, which is responsible for defending the body against possible infections factors. But the worst is that, being a multisystem disease, created a series of genetic disorders that affected several of its organs, the nervous system and part of his skin. This heterogeneous syn- drome was reflected in his fatigue, weakness, weight loss, though she was naturally thin and prolonged fever. Panic weaved in the shadows when he discovered inflamed pericardium, which is the layer of the heart lining. She was taken immediately to the ope- rating room. The disease had reached the valves and was causing heart failure.

  It can be called in different ways, but in this case, he is just the word karma. Donovan did not think twice and ordered a heart

  transplant for her daughter. Samantha was provided preoperative medication, and surgery as quickly as possible began. The clinical picture was too incriminating, but the worst was that his new heart would be a synthetic organ loaded high bisphenol A, and this only knew Miller and Rachel.

  The surgeon made an incision along the sternum, exposing the mediastinum. The pericardium was opened as if sever the petals of a flower to discover their pistils. It was, nothing more and no- thing less than the daughter of the prestigious Dr. Rachel Hayes and Dr. Donovan O’Connor, who expected every movement a success and thus not receive his wife with an unpleasant news. At the moment, I was just focused on his daughter, who dissected the large valves and underwent a cardiovascular bypass. The di- seased heart was removed, and the new artificial heart was tight, very carefully, in the space of the atria and valves.

  They spent nine hours until the sutures. Dr. Donovan knew how complicated the procedure and thanked the team that saved the life of his daughter. Samantha had acquired a new heart and guaranteed to be the latest in cardiovascular technology. The organ responsible for pumping blood to the body resumed in full operation, scattering through the bloodstream chemical poison that had invented his own mother to sicken others and collect multimillion amounts with further treatment.

  Donovan called his wife, but there was no response from the other side. I tried a couple more times, and nothing. The girl was in pain despite medication. In the recovery room, his father told him about the operation and gave him confidence. But of all the organs contaminated the heart was the most dangerous, precisely because of their function, and Rachel was aware of that, although he was absent for distance and not answer the phone. The pro- blem was that the girl was suffering from lupus and was now con- taminated with bisphenol A. What else could happen? Worst. And it happened exactly when Rachel decided to come to the phone.

  When the news crossed the line, Rachel went wild. The idea of polluting the bodies fulminated his conscience. He did not think

  twice and immediately returned.

  “Tell me that is not true, Donovan! Tell me that our daughter has a heart of this company!”

  “But what are you talking about? It’s your best project. They are the organs of the future, life expectancy for the new world!”

  Rachel opened her nightgown and her daughter could not be- lieve see that scar on his chest. Miller had clenched fist against his mouth without knowing what to do.

  “Why did not you call me before?” she cried her eyes filled

  with tears.

  “I called you several times, and answered days later!” He looked at Miller, who pointed his eyes to another part. “Anyway, do not you solve anything being across the world.”

  “Yes, Donovan, yes it would be solved. Now, every day, every minute is more and more dangerous to the life of our daughter.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “Rachel, you must calm down and think better things”. Miller interjected with the fear that escape him the truth.

  “You can say whatever you want, but my daughter will be hos-

  pitalized in my own home, and we’ll fix this mess.”

  “Rachel, do not understand, what mess are you talking about? But what the hell is going on here?” Donovan asked, looking at them both with complete bewilderment.

  “I think it’s better that Samantha stay here”. Miller suggested.

  “My daughter goes home right now!” she exclaimed with arms extended to both men.

  The girl was moved carefully to his residence. Immediately, his room became a hospital ward. Rachel’s hair was a mess, not to mention that almost unblinking to keep track of her daughter. Life gave him a lesson for the wickedness of infecting the organs and keep it secret.

  “Rachel, calm down and tell me once and for all why you act like that.”

  “Samantha is not right.”

  “Thank that our daughter did not reject the heart. The trans- plant was a success.”

  “Do not mention anything that has to do with the damn ope- ration and much less with your heart.”

  “But…”

  “Only I ask you that. I must find a solution, I must find a so- lution,” she repeated as if possessed.

  Donovan became suspicious, and before disappearing into conclusions, Rachel’s cell phone rang.

  “How is everything?”

  “It’s the stupidest question you have asked me since you know me.”

  “Of course, I’m sorry. I’m trying to say is how you solve that situation.”

  “It’s my daughter, I’ll bet everything I can to heal. I will not rest until I know that...”

  Look out, Rachel! If Donovan learns that the organs are in- fected, we’ll be in trouble.

  Rachel realized that her husband was watching her, and went

  a few steps away.

  “No one will know. But, how will detoxify my daughter?” After the question, she began to mourn.

  “Calm down, we´ll think of something. But the secret must be maintained at all costs. We’re in something so dense that if we get caught, spend the rest of our lives in jail.”

  “There must reverse the process of bisphenol A. Subjecting my girl to a new transplant is like playing poker with Death, do

  you understand?”

  “All I understand is that you must act
as natural as possible.” “How do you do that? How can act naturally while my daughter

  is being bombarded by a chemical injected myself in that heart? Possibly, we were wallowing in a bed while she is separated him from the skin with a scalpel.”

  “Please calm down. Is he out there?”

  “I think he stayed in the room. Our daughter is in danger,” she said choked by a second rain of tears.”

  “Come on, Rachel, we’ve talked about that topic! In any case, you know I love her a lot too and I swear I will do everything pos- sible to reverse this state without sequelae. Sami, treatment will be immediate, and it is young. It is not the case for our customers, who try for years.”

  “It’s exactly what I just told you, is my daughter is sick. They cannot spend years with that thing running through his veins. Oh! And nothing more and nothing less than her heart!”

  “I am convinced that everything will be fine. We will do the

  impossible. I trust you too.”

  Rachel was a little quieter when he heard the phrase: do the impossible. That´s how Miller was. The greediest on the earth guy, but when he said the impossible, could go further. However, Rachel did not sleep all night. Her slender body guilt paled against his daughter. She waited for him to sleep to go to the lab that had conditioned inside his own home. There, try to find a solution to the mess she caused.

  “We can speak now?” said Donovan.

  “I need to work,” she said worthless to look into his eyes. “To work? On what? In saving the life of Samantha? I already

  did that while you were on the other side of the world without answering the phone.”

  “I told you broke me.”

  “I’ve heard excuses for a long time, and this is the least cre- dible.” reproached annoying.

  “And what do you want me to say? What our daughter’s life is in danger because we put a substance in those synthetics ails the body organs?”