Chapter 3: "48.9 percent"
"...There. One more vial should do it," Donnie declared, as he carefully retracted the needle from his brother's increasingly abused arm. He studied the red liquid with interest.
"You said that the last time..." Leo protested weakly. His body ached and he found it difficult to keep his eyes open.
"Sorry, I thought I meant it the last time," Donnie explained, with an apologetic laugh, as he walked over to his desk and filled up some test-tubes with the syringe's content. "I keep underestimating the volume I need in order to make a sufficient number of tests. It would go faster if I had some better equipment to work wi