Page 39 of Draco's Fire

Shayla looked down at the paper, her eyes dropping to the second option. Alarie Biochem. Her mind jerked.

"What's the record for this one?"

Gil flipped through his phone, "It's abandoned. It was shut down due to several complaints about misuse of..." He stopped for a second, his eyes widening. "Product."

"That's the one." Shayla nodded. She knew it in her guts that this was the place to go to. This was where they were going to get the antidote for Tyson. It had to be.

Twenty-Five

Tyson

Gil's eyes widened. Shayla watched his eyes dart over the phone, quickly taking in each word with detail. "That's it." He looked at Shayla. "That's the antidote!"

"What do you mean?" She looked at the phone, confused. She hated that chemistry wasn't her strong suit. She knew the bare minimum, yet Gil seemed to know exactly what he was looking at.

"When you look at all of these misused products. It's got to be one of them. Meaning I can make an antidote."

Shayla felt hope for the first time in a while. She looked at the phone, trying to see what he saw. "Really?"

"Yeah." He turned, walking back towards the table, and started scribbling quickly onto a paper. "These elements work differently in the body of a dragon than they do with a human. When used in a human, they are almost benign. You wouldn't even know they were there, but in a dragon, they are toxic. I don't know how I didn't see this before."

Shayla looked over her shoulder, looking towards Tyson's room. She took a deep breath in and headed back over towards his room.

She knew Gil would figure it out, and she needed to figure out exactly where this building was. She needed to know when it closed and why. She needed all of the details that she could possibly get.

She took a seat next to Tyson's bed and flipped through articles about the business on her cell. They had several incidents with people being severely hurt from toxins made in the company.

A woman burned herself from dropping a water-based chemical on her skin. Another woman was hospitalized when her lab caught fire, and the security doors auto-locked on her. A man was trying to find a medication for a disease and ended up infecting three workers.

The last article was about a worker who died from inhaling an air-born pathogen that ended up boiling the man's brain. It was only hours after the FDA closed them up, canceling any future operations with the company.

Shayla swallowed when her eyes froze on a list of poisons that the company had created.

All of this information was open to the public, and anyone could access it. It sent chills down her body that someone could find this so easily. She wondered if the killer had found this site and decided to use it.

Gil rushed in and waved a needle in the air. He smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I got it. This is the antidote."

Shayla nearly tripped over her feet as she pushed herself towards Tyson's bed. Gil quickly administered the needle into his IV, and Shayla felt her stomach flip. It was now or never.

She prayed, hoping he was ok. She begged that they weren't too late to heal him. She didn't want to live a life without Tyon in it. Sure they had their differences and disagreed on many things, but she still needed him.

Tyson groaned, and his eyes opened slowly. He looked up at the ceiling before his eyes flickered over towards Gil then to Shayla. He watched her burst into tears clutching onto his hand.

He softly smiled at her, tightening his fingers around hers. Gil squeezed Tyon's shoulder with a hard laugh. "Good. You're awake. You're going to make it through this."

Shayla wiped her eyes and smiled at him with a soft expression. It made Tyson's heart skip a beat. "You're awake."

Tyson stared at her in awe. He felt like a truck ran him over but looking at her made it less challenging. Even if his body was screaming out in pain, he still felt pleasure seeing her.

"I'm going to kill the fucker." She narrowed her eyes on him. Her voice grew sharp. "Whether you agree or not, this man is dead. I'm going to stop him and make sure he never hurts another person like this again."

Tyson shook his head, but pain shot through his body. Shayla pulled a hand up, forcing him to look at her.

"You can not stop me, Tyson. I just watched you almost die, and I am not willing to do it again. This fucker is dead. You are not going to stop me."

Tyson shook his head, "You don't know where he is, Shayla. It's too dangerous even if you do."

"I do!" She whispered, running a hand down his face. Tyson leaned into her touch, never wanting to lose it again. "And he's dead when I get my hands on him. This can not continue."

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