Acceptable Risk by Robin Cook

It took Edward a little longer to get his results. He found that the new drug affected the levels of all three neurotransmitters, but not equally. Serotonin was affected more than norepinephrine, which was affected more than dopamine. What he didn’t expect was that the drug seemed to form a loose covalent bond with both glutamate and gamma-aminobutyric acid, two of the major inhibitory agents in the brain.

“This is all fantastic!” Edward exclaimed. He picked up the papers from his desk that recorded all their findings and allowed them to rain down like massive sheets of confetti. “This data suggests that the potential of the drug is monumental. I’m willing to bet it’s both an antidepressant and an anxiolytic, and as such it could revolutionize the field of psychopharmacology. It might even eventually be compared with the discovery of penicillin.”

“We still have the worry about it being hallucinogenic,” Eleanor said.

“I sincerely doubt it,” Edward said. “Not after removing that LSD-like side chain. But I agree we have to be sure.”

“Let’s check the tissue cultures,” Eleanor said. She knew Edward would want to take the drug. It was the only way to determine if it was hallucinogenic.

They retrieved their tissue cultures from the incubator and examined them under a low-power microscope. One after another they appeared healthy. There was no sign of cellular damage from the new drug, even those subjected to high doses.

“There doesn’t seem to be any toxicity at all,” Edward said with glee.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it,” Eleanor said.

They went back to Edward’s bench area and made up several solutions of increasing strength. The starting point was a concentration that yielded a dose approximating the dosage of the unmodified alkaloid that Stanton had received. Edward was the first to try it, and when nothing happened, Eleanor took it. Again nothing happened.

Encouraged by these negative results, Edward and Eleanor gradually increased their dosages up to a full milligram, knowing that LSD was psychedelic at 0.05 milligrams.

“Well?” Edward questioned a half hour later.

“No hallucinogenic effect as far as I can tell,” Eleanor said.

“But there is an effect,” Edward said.

“Most definitely,” Eleanor said. “I’d have to describe it as calm contentment. Whatever it is, I like it.”

“I also feel as if my mind is particularly sharp,” Edward said. “It has to be drug-related because twenty minutes ago I was a basket case, thinking my ability to concentrate was nil. Now I’m energized as if I’d had a night’s rest.”

“I have a sense my long-term memory has been awakened from a slumber,” Eleanor said. “Suddenly I remember my home phone number when I was a child of six. It was the year my family moved to the West Coast.”

“What about your senses?” Edward asked. “Mine seem particularly acute, especially my sense of smell.”

“I wouldn’t have thought of it until you mentioned it,” Eleanor said. She put her head back and sniffed the air. “I never realized the lab was such a cacophony of odors.”

“There’s something else I’m feeling that I wouldn’t have even been sensitive to if I hadn’t taken a course of Prozac,” Edward said. “I feel socially assertive, like I could walk into a group of people and do whatever I wanted. The difference is that it took three months of Prozac before I felt that way.”

“I can’t say I feel anything like that,” Eleanor said. “But I can say my mouth is a little dry. Is yours?”

“Perhaps,” Edward admitted. Then he looked directly into Eleanor’s deep blue eyes. “Your pupils also might be a bit dilated. If they are, it must be the scopolamine side chain we couldn’t totally eliminate. Check your near vision.”

Eleanor picked up a reagent bottle and read the tiny print on the label. “No problem,” she said.

“Anything else?” Edward said. “Any trouble with your circulation or breathing?”

“Everything is fine,” Eleanor said.

“Excuse me,” a voice called.

Eleanor and Edward turned to see one of the second-year doctorate students had approached them. “I need some help,” she said. Her name was Nadine Foch. She was from Paris. “The NMR is not functioning.”

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