“Don’t you fucking talk about him. You don’t deserve anything left in this world. You promised him a cure to ARX4 , not a death sentence! Fuck you, Fuck your goddamn elixir.”
Dan rushed toward Grove, upturning beakers and boxes in his wake. In the blink of an eye he was on top of the doctor, hands wrenched around his feeble neck and knee pressed down into his chest cavity.
“These people are dying, you sick bastard. They are suffering for sins they did not commit. You do not play God, fucker.”
Grove remained calm, even under the immense pressure Dan was placing upon his old body. He could see Dan shaking, the disease inside of him bubbling forth. He felt Dan struggle for control over his body, seizing moments of unconsciousness to clear his mind of what he felt so deeply inside. Grove grinned.
“I am saving children, and families, and fathers, and mothers. I am saving us from what the wicked have spewed forth. There is nobody left to do it, nobody left to save you. Danny, you will die too.”