I spent the rest of the day aiding my patients, going through motions without much thought. There was no real purpose to any of my actions, just empty routine. The weight of my experiment failing felt heavy on my mind, gnawing at the edge of my consciousness. Perhaps if I cleared my mind I could figure out what my mistake could've possibly been. And so I found myself stepping outside, not grabbing my coat but taking a few essentials with me, incase inspiration strikes. The forest has always struck me as a great place of solace. Not only the quiet, that greatly contrasted the everpresent sound of the hospital, but also the bountiful amount of potential test subjects roaming just beyond reach.

I walked aimlessly, thoughts of my failed formula swirling inside of my mind. Was it the dosage? No, it couldn't have been, I only used a drop. The concentration, maybe? That thesis isn't as easy to disprove. As I turned the problem over and over in my mind, quickening my pace without thinking about it, something crunched beneath my shoe. It didn't feel like a twig or any kind of leaf, it was fleshy. I nearly dismissed it, it wasn't uncommon to find animal carcasses this deep into the woods, it's natural decay, the circle of life playing out as it always has. But something urged me to look closer. My fingers fumbled for the small flashlight I had taken with me from the lab.

Clicking on it, the dim light illuminated the.. thing.. infront of me. At first glance it appeared human, pale and lifeless with brittle blond hair, but as my eyes wandered my eyes locked onto its fur covered ears that sat neatly against the upper parts of its skull. I've never seen something so absurd in my life. What kind of elaborate prank is this? Who would lay down such a thing in the middle of the woods? The texture of the skin and the faint scent of decay were too percise to be fake. What is this thing? Had someone sewn this thing together and descarded it, leaving it behind? Whatever the circumstance, it struck to me as nothing other than an opportunity.

Suddenly, the weight of the syringe pressing into my pocket became significant. Slowly, i knelt infront of the strange being, my breath shallow, as I checked its vitals I pulled out the syringe, filled with my formula that had failed me before. With a slight flick to its, what I assumed, vein, I inserted the needle into its arm, releasing slightly more liquid into it. My mixture didnt melt through it this time, but it seemingly didn't do anything at all. I waited. One minute. Two. Three. Nothing. My fingers curled around my empty syringe as I took a seat on the cold and damp forest ground. Disappointment seeped into me in real time, feeling foolish for having thought this would yield a different result. I sighed, stepping away from the decay, my mind already onto the next plan. No use in dwelling. It's never done anyone any good. This could still be useful to me, seeing as I have no more patients without a worried family sitting at the hospital. But just as I stood up, a shiver ran down my spine. A faint sound emitted from the body beneath me, akin to a hitched breath.

It was alive.