Marvel: A Symbiotic Life - Chapter 162

Peter and Ned weren’t allowed to enter into the medical bay. They could only wait and hope. Hope for the recovery of their friend.

After Stark Enterprise, Oscorp was most famous for their medical development. But even then the severe injury to the head was something that was difficult to procedure on.

Norman stood outside from the Emergency Unit, he looked through the transparent window as the doctors operated on Harry. Norman was a man of late forties, an icon in the tech industry. Well built body, six foot in height. Even now there were barely any white hairs on his head. The man was an icon for his confidence, but now he wasn’t so.

He watched while the medical staff tried to help his son, cleaning the wounds, changing the bandages, monitoring his breathing and heart-rate.

Norman’s hands tightened into fists. He couldn’t imagine what his son must be going through. Even though he looked normal, standing while crossing his arms. Inside he was tense. His jaw tightened by every passing minute, damage to the brain could lead to many severe outcomes. He could wait and hope that his son could recover.

One of the Junior doctors came out of the room. A man in his thirties, he pulled off his mask, saying, “His condition is stable for now. But he suffered severe nervous damage in the frontal cortex…” the doctor shut his mouth, seeing Norman’s glare. Harry was in a coma, even though the doctors knew there was hope for him to recover. But the chances were too low.

Norma breathed out, rubbing his forehead. So there wasn’t any other choice, was there? He didn’t want to do this.

The doctor excused himself, while he wasn’t paying attention.

Norman took out the vial from his pocket. A neon green liquid, contained in a five inch glass capsule. Maybe this could save his son. But the serum wasn’t ready. No it had to be!

There weren’t any major side effects on the experiments, from the last time he checked. So it should be fine. But even then, Norman was hesitant to use it on his son.

His attention was brought back, when he saw the doctor’s panicking.

Suddenly the heart monitor started to spike up, as the boy started breathing rapidly, gasping for air. The doctors had already done what they could. Harry was now full of bandages. Still now seeing the boy’s heart rate unstable gave very wrong signs.

“What is happening?” Norman asked as touched the glass window.

The doctors were again in a hurry to stable his condition. It took a whole hour to stabilize his condition. Only then did the boy become a table in the heart monitor. By then, several experimental equipment were attached to the boy’s body. Pumping blood and replacing his lungs.

Harry didn’t have much time on him. He only had a day at best.

Norman squeezed his knuckles white, he walked forward. His decision was made, he had to do it. He let himself into the Emergency room as he walked until he stood at the side of his son’s bed.

Harry’s pale face was mostly covered in bandages. Traces of blood could be seen in some parts of it. Norman for a while didn’t say anything. He moved his hands to touch him, but stopped himself.

The doctors excused themselves. Except one, he was the head of the medical sector of Oscorp. A man in his late fifties, thin built, almost a head shorter than Norman. His hair was already gray and he was from Indian origin.

The man looked back at the doctor. “We have to talk.”

The doctor nodded, as they both walked towards the side, they didn’t want to disturb the patient. The doctor pulled off his mask, starting, “Mr. Osborn, we are doing the best we can to stabilize your son. But it’s not going well…”

But Norman stopped him by raising his hand, “Yes doctor, I know.” He said as he looked sharply at the doctor, making the man feel small by the glare. “But I am not here for that. Wasn’t Dr. Strange a specialist that I recommended! Why isn’t he here?!”

“Sadly the man fell into an accident. And he can’t operate anymore.” The doctor said, quickly. He also knew Dr. Strange, the man was arrogant, comparable to Norman and Stark in that part. So it was no wonder there wasn’t any sympathy when talking about him.

Norman breathed out harshly as he rubbed his temples. “I am sorry doctor. It’s just… I am not used to this. He pulled out something from his pocket, showing him the green vial. “We have to do it.”

The doctor’s eye went wide as he looked at the vial and then at Norman. “You can’t be serious. It hasn’t been tested thoroughly. We don’t know what the medical consequences would be. It could lead to disaster…”

“I don’t have time for this.” Norman snapped, grabbing the doctor by the collar, almost lifting him off the ground. “My son is going to die anyway, at least let me make an effort. And listen well doctor, that wasn’t a request, that was a command. I pay you! And you will do what I ask you to do!”

He let the man go, as the doctors started coughing.

Norman turned around, tidying up his suit. “And for your information, it has been tested. It should boost up his healing process significantly, this could save his life. Ready for the procedure and transfer him to the underground labs. No word of this should get outside, make sure your assistances keep their mouth shut.”

The doctor didn’t say anything. Sometimes he forgot underneath that dark suit was an even darker man hiding.

Norman went outside, personally lying to Harry’s friends about his condition, he didn’t want word to go out. He also told them to leave. By the time he was back, the underground labs had already been set up for the procedure.

And soon Harry was brought to the underground floors, where he was placed on a metal bed upside down. And he was strapped on to it. Even though Harry had several broken bones, when giving the serum, many showed unusual behavior. So it was just a safety measure.

Only eight people were there, including the head doctor and Norman. Norman didn’t want to share his secrets. So only a handful of trusted people were allowed.

The doctor looked back at Norman for the last time. The man nodded, the doctor sighed, putting the green vial inside the Injection gun.

He pushed the needle in directly into his spine, before emptying the vial. He gently took the needle out, taking a few steps back.

For sometime nothing happened, until Harry’s body suddenly started jerking up, shaking the metal bed. Only because of the straps he didn’t fall on the floor.

His heart rate was spiking to unnatural levels. The boy even let out a muffled scream.

Norman watched the whole scene with a clenched fist. He could only hope for his son’s well-being.

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