I’ve seen brutal things in my life. Nothing more than watching someone suffer through the slow death of an infection. The pain and inflammation lead to suffering at the worst levels. It is a torturous death.
I’ve seen limbs grow necrotic and nasty as the infection spreads threatening the rest of the body. All the while the body grows weaker and feebler. Breathing grows shallow, the doctors attempt high-dose antibiotics to attempt to reverse the process. They want to save the limb.
But when that didn’t work, there was only one choice…
Amputation, they would go to the nearest unspoiled joint and remove a portion of the infected limb in an attempt to stop the spreading infection. Sometimes the whole limb needed to go.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve watched an infection begin to creep into a family I’ve adopted the son of. I’ve watched as Jasper Redgrave’s teaching crept into the mind of CJ Thorpe and I’m afraid of this infection spreading. We’ve even had to see Papa Cade get involved recently to pull his sons apart in his own home.
The virulent thoughts of a serial killer seeping into the mind of a man that I once thought to be the most decent man on Deathrow. I’ve seen him begin to turn from someone I once held some respect for into a man who’s spat in the face of a brother who risked his life by trying to get me to be the Virgil to his Dante and have me go back to Deathrow to pull you out.
CJ your actions recently invite the spread of the infection and show that it’s quickly taking hold, the inflaming tensions risk the slow and torturous death of your family. Because what you’re inviting upon your family is its slow rot torn open by your choice to continually resist your brother’s efforts to reach out to you.
I’m a father myself and I give my word to yours I’ll do my best to be the antibiotics his son needs to clear this infection.
But if it’s not possible to clear your mind of the cancerous sepsis that Jasper has drilled into your brain. I may need to do to him what your buddy Jasper did to me. CJ, I may just have to amputate. Remove you from the family unit to a permanent end.
Yeah, by treating your ailment I may make more enemies than I already have, and I’ve had enemies at the top of Olympus. So, I’m willing to take the risk, kid. At the end of the day, we gonna die one way or another and as the song says, I’m a dead man walking.
Nobody’s seen infections before and he remembers exactly how to prevent their spread, and all it really takes is One Shot, One Kill. After that, the spread stops dead in its tracks.