Douglas From Lab Rats Novels & Stories

As a wife, she never trusted his judgement because he had been a bad example for a husband, but as a patient in the hands of a skilful researcher, an experienced and professional doctor, she trusted him a hundred per cent. Gently she nodded and then allowed him to lead her right into the Project B block. Many labs were passed and left behind. At last, Asher pushed open the door of a lab where a few researchers were with Douglas. They are all in their lab gear. " Okay, everyone. Listen up, she is here, " Douglas made an announcement, and everyone turned their attention, leaving their task to focus on the new project they would be working on.

Aspirin. At this point in time, he would take a twenty-pound sledgehammer upside the head. As long as it knocked him out or just completely put him out of his misery. “Douglas?” special agent in charge David MacFarland called out as he followed Douggie down the hall. Douggie let the hand that was rubbing the bridge of his nose, he turned around and plastered his professional smile on his face. “It’s just Douggie.” “Mac.” He held out a hand and Douggie took it.

After she died, he had been utterly aggrieved as well. Hence, in the years following the plague when his mister could not find anyone to experiment on, he mustered up the courage amid his depressed state to volunteer himself as the lab rat. When his mister injected the drugs into his body one at a time, the worst outcome he thought would befall him was death. However, he did not lose his life. On the contrary, he became hyper-stimulated. He tried hiding his shameful habits, but his dedication and love moved his mister. Hence, his mister taught him everything he had learned in his lifetime. The living fossil ultimately became a famous doctor.

It was a long time after Catherine's back had disappeared that he slowly came back to his senses. Patrick asked inwardly, "What kind of stupid thing have I done? How could someone who could become Branden's fiancée be an ordinary person? What's more, she is also the person that Mr. Duncan dotes. I should have thought of her unusual status when she was doing the experiment." Only a few laboratories internationally could conduct this experiment, very few. The most famous of them was the neck-and-neck laboratory with them, the Arbotte Laboratory. However, Patrick had never thought that the boss behind this laboratory was such a beautiful young girl.

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."

He glanced over his shoulder, following where Deborah's and Xavier’s eyes were. “Oh, there you are,” Mr. Doug said happily in a loud voice. “I was telling Deborah about our neighbor. I think they’re aliens.” “Interesting…” I repeated what Deborah said, a nervous chuckle escaping my mouth. I swallowed hard, hoping it would flush my heart back into my chest. My heart pounded hard as embarrassment pricked every part of my body as I shifted my eyes to everyone except Aiden. Mr. Douglas shifted to his seat, resting his arm on the top rail of the backrest. He narrowed his eyes and stared at me, then at Aiden.

I tried to control myself, but I found myself laughing and smiling. "Just go ahead and do whatever you want to do, but I bet you that you are all going to pay for this. Each and every one of you is going to be tied to a chair, and he's going to get tortured the way I am getting tortured right now," the guy who was used as the lab rat said.