On Your Own
"Fran!" you yell, and rush to her side. She's unconscious.
You try to wake her, to no avail. You pillow her head with a lab coat
while you ponder what to do next.
You take a look at the things you've got with you in the
lab's back room.
THE RACK OF ANTIBIOTICS
There are eight small bottles in the carrying rack. You
read the labels carefully.
- "Penicillin G"
- "Amphotericin B"
Fran has a large book titled "Black's
Medical Diagnosis 2004" stuck in her backpack. Jammed safely
under it you find a culture dish
she brought from the hospital. It's labeled "Gentamicin," with a paper
circle stuck in the middle of the agar.
You flip to the book's
index, and see it has a section entitled "Antimicrobial Chemotherapy."
The mice that Zack
inoculated scamper around in their cages -- all except for one.
Cautiously you look through the window in the door to
the lab. The bleeding man is slumped tiredly against a desk, blood dripping
off slack hands.
Suddenly you notice a poster on the wall behind him. It
shows how bacteria are classified by shape: a spherical one is a coccus,
a sausage is a bacillus, a corkscrew one is a spirillum, and so on.
You wish you could have another look at those bacteria.
"Hmmm," you think. Maybe you could make it to the microscope
without the man noticing you.
"Well," you say to yourself, "I think I know which of
Fran's antibiotics is most likely to save this poor guy's life."
Solve the mystery