It wasn’t going to be enough. He had spent all his life creating the drugs that fought the superbugs, and had always told himself that he would win. Only now it seemed he was to be the victim of his own hubris.
He lay on the narrow hospital bed – determined not to toss and turn as his body waged a losing battle against the invasive bacterium that had already cost him his right arm.
The nurses watched him in pity.
Who would have thought that a paper cut could prove the undoing of the most famous scientist of his generation?