The Outsider (Original Version)

Chapter 14- Sickness Returns

I feel like my head has been dropped from a building that outstreatches the clouds, only to land in a tank of water filled with paranas.

Yup, that is literally a way you can feel, I'm not lieing.

My eyes fly open as I realize I'm not sure where I am, seeing the ceiling above me.

The room is filled with clicking and robotic noises that make my head hurt.

Mig sits at the computer desk, typing away as something starts to generate in what looks like a generator for blueprints into real items.

As I reagain my consciousness, pain radiates from everywhere on my body, my right arm being the most flamed up.

Mig hasn't noticed me yet, so I slowly push myself, my right arm wobbling with the effort.

Once I'm up I look down to see that my green jacket is draped over my legs like a blanket, blood staining the right shoulder.

Wait.

My head snaps to the side, seeing my pale shoulder scarred with deep scratches.

The scars make the shape that I identify as a dragon's head through the layer of blood on my arm.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice coming out as a whisper.

Mig turns his head all the way around to look at me, his hands still typing.

"You fainted, and we had no idea what caused it." The robot lies.

Me being a terrific liar I know what a lie sounds like.

"So what's re-" I'm cut off by a surge of coughing that seems to make my insides scream in pain as my mind spins and my fingertips get colder, if that was even possible.

As I'm coughing, I feel my vision blur again, but as I'm about to fall back, something clamps around my wrist.

Four pricks cut into my wrist, fastening it onto me, making me wince.

The small pain last as second, then it ends as all my pain starts to be relieved.

"What just happened?" I ask, rubbing my cheeks which color slowly starts to return to.

Mig seems to be closing all the windows on his computer screen as I stare at him from the corner of my eye, pretending to examine the new brace on my arm.

Once all the windows are closed he turns, looking stern.

"Stay there." He says, making me confused.

His robotic footsteps trail as he walks down the stairs, making me jump up and onto the computer.

"History, history." I repeat as I search.

The pain being relieved so fast kinda scared me, but I wasn't going to question it.

But one thing I don't get is why my right hand hurt the most.

Finally I find the history, but what's there makes me a little mad.

The final window he was on was my blood test results.

I would have liked to see that.

Angrily I open it to see a big red cross and a list of things in my blood.

Most of them sound normal, but one catches my eye.

"Tantocus Reticus." I read, the name striking fear into my heart.

The sickness, though I know they never truely cured it, I had honestly thought it was gone.

Apparently not.