Barry and his co-workers are conducting an experiment on people who have an extremely extraordinary virus that causes holes in their brain and slowly loses all memories. "Oh, this is going to be difficult..." Barry says, looking through the data from their experiment. Barry and his co-workers have gotten data from the hospitals around where the current patients lay to rest, telling them symptoms and such for this specific virus. Barry's job is very important. It's as if he was conducting the experiment all alone. His co-workers have their own tasks but they are all affected by Barry. This puts a lot of pressure on Barry to do precise measurements.

"Barry and his coworkers study the data of their recent experiment on the Holes in your Brain Virus. This young group of scientists were contracted by the government to find a cure. The virus has taken over most of the western hemisphere and time is short, the government was trying to force them to make a discovery fast making deals with other nations to hide their information on people's discoveries of the virus.

While working in their Washington D.C. lab below the White House, Barry and his assistant, Keith, begin arguing. "Okay, so do you now understand what the virus does to the body," Barry asks in disappointment, seeing that Keith was very clumsy on the job, at previous tasks. Keith shakes his head, "I don't." Barry sighs, stating, "The virus is what causes holes in patients' brains, we are trying to solve it but looking through the data, and testing on what can be concluded." While Barry was talking, explaining what he and Keith have to do in the experiment, Keith slowly moved to touch Barry's thigh.

"Can you stop," Barry said, trying to look at Keith while observing the black beaker with green sparks. "Why so?" Keith asked, smirking. Barry turns, accidentally knocking the beaker to the floor, while pushing him away. "Because you're dating Mark," yelling for everyone to hear. "Move away from the table," someone yelled as they began reaching for gas masks and moving to get everyone into gas masks. Barry, slowly realizing what he did, turned back to see the bottle shattered on the table. "Oh god..." Before Barry could put on his gas mask, everything went black.

Bright lights and people yelling. That's all Barry knows, slowly waking up in a light blue hospital bed, one of the many. People are around him, having a variety of wounds, gunshots, and a lost leg. Barry tries looking around the room to gain his bearings. "Where am I," Barry asks. His hoarse voice causes him to stutter over his words. He sees a male trying to wake someone up. He blinks, looking at the male more closely. Mark the construction worker,  everyone knows because Keith is dating him. This must be Mark, Keith's 'lover.' I feel bad. I mean this is all my fault.

What am I supposed to say....
Did you have a good time reading????
No that's not it... Oh! I'm sorry for the confusion when I first did this chapter- time for the next one LOL