Ryder stood close to Jackson as he was getting a syringe placed into his pale skin.
"Will he need the next dose?" He asked and looked at his little brother.
"Nope. The third will do nothing for him, like it did for you. Plus you can get the next dose today."
Ryder stuck his arm out and watched him put the needle into the star. Once he took it out Ryder felt a slight difference unlike the other times.
"What's wrong?" Dr. Carter grabbed his shoulder in fear of him collapsing.
"I'm gonna be sick!" He ran to a trash and let out what he needed to.
"Ryder!" He didn't move. Once a hand was placed onto his back it retreated. He looked back and looked at Dr. Carter on the ground. He was staring at his hand in fear.
"What?"
"Your spike pricked my hand." He looked back even further and looked at the spikes on his back.
His eyes went to Jackson who wasn't looking at him but trembling and trying to slow his breathing.
He stood and something clicked. He fell and Dr. Carter went running.
"Ryder!" He screamed as he shook him. His eyes still open but his blue irises fading into gray.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
