Chapter Three: Saviour

Xavier opened his eyes to the sound of a heart-rate monitor beeping to his right. A man with spectacles and a face-mask sat on a pouffe in the corner of the ward.

“Um… why… who-” Xavier stuttered.

“Take it easy, little man.” the doctor told Xavier.

“W- why are you calling me ‘little man’?”

“Because I feel like it.”

“Oh,” Xavier continued. “Logical.”

“Yeah. I know what you’re about to say-” the doctor started, but was interrupted by Xavier.

“Why am I here?” Xavier questioned.

The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

“Seen it coming.”

“Wha-?”

“Anyways,” the doctor continued. “You’re here because you ate a cheeseburger containing staphylococcus.”

“Staphylo- what?” Xavier asked confusedly.

“You got food poisoning.”

“What? Then, how come Viktor didn’t get sick and pass out like I did? He ate a burger from the exact same batch and everything.” Xavier interrogated profusely.

“The bacteria wasn’t there by mistake, no. I believe that someone is out to get you.” the doctor stated.

“I- oh no.”

“What?”

“I know who did it.” Xavier said, as a wave of realisation hit him like a truck.

Xavier told the doctor about the incident at the metro station.

“So, let me get this straight. You were chased down by some terrorists in a metro station and this incident has led to this one in which you were poisoned by carcinogenic bacteria?” the doctor said, catching his breath afterwards.

“Carcino-what… doesn’t matter. Yeah, I think so.” Xavier said reassuringly.

“Your point?” the doctor questioned.

“They need to be stopped.”

“Well, obviously,” the doctor agreed. “Viktor’s outside; follow me.”