The breakthrough

The lab was quiet at 2am. Susan worked on alone, the rest of the researchers long since gone home, but her latest batch of serum would be ready at 2:30 so she stayed, finishing off the days notes, completing the diary entries, cataloguing the chain of failed experiments that had slowly, tentatively led to this point, each one moving the research closer to the goal.

The hands of the clock seemed to stall as time dilated, the seconds becoming minutes, the minutes taking interminable hours. She was so sure that this time it would work, that this batch would be the one. All of the preliminary data looked promising, the initial batch tests, the sequence analysis. Could she really have done it? Could she really have achieved such a momentous breakthrough?

The alarm on the water bath broke through her thoughts, snapping her back to the lab as she took the batch, still warm from the 37 degree water. She drew off a syringe full, rolled up the sleeve of her labcoat, and against all protocol slid the needle into her vein…


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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