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Lachlan's P.O.V
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With one big gulp of air I sit up straight in my bed, behind hauled back by the handcuffs I restrained myself with just in case I did turn.
This is weird. I feel fine. I should be dead.
I reach for the handcuff keys on the nightstand and unlock myself, placing the handcuffs back on the night stand I haul my shirt down to look at the bite make.
Nothing. Only a small scar. It's healed in a single day.
I throw my feet over the bed onto the carpet and grab my belt laced with my weapons and strap them on, I need to see the nurse.
I dash throughout my home and through the streets, making a B line towards the clinic, people are just staring at me and I hear little whispers circling me but I ignore them and continue towards the clinic.
I bust through the door and look around the room until my eyes land on the nurse. I sprint towards her and before she can ask whats wrong I pull my sleeve down and show her the scar; "It's healed" the nurse just stares at the scar not exactly sure what to say.
"Lachlan.. I've been thinking about something but I didn't want to say until I was a hundred percent sure.." The nurse says slowly looking in my eyes.
"What is it doc..?" I'm not going to lie I'm kinda freaked out.. What does this mean.
And in a dead serious tone the nurse tells me what she has been thinking; "Lachlan.. You're Immune" I practically laugh in her face. "That is impossible!" I say with a chuckle. Man that was funny.
"No Lachlan I'm serious.. Think about it, when someone receives even the tiniest bite or scratch they turn within a day and their wound becomes unbearable to look at. It has been three days Lachlan.. Three. You have no signs of sickness and your wound is healed. It certainly isn't impossible." I let the words sink in.
I'm Immune. But how? How on earth can I be Immune?! Everyone else gets a dreadful death when bitten or scratched and I get to live? I get no side effects? I can't turn? Part of me is happy but the other part of me feels guilty.
"I'm sorry.. I have to go" I tell the nurse, storming out of the clinic and into the street.
Everything is spinning. I can hear my heartbeat throughout my body. My breathe is uneven. I feel sick. Concerned faces stare at me from a distance and I just continue to spin.
Why on earth am I Immune?
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A/N: Sorry for the super duper short chapter but I had to leave it there, I know where this story is going and I know what I want to do with it. Just a few more chapters left!
~mitchell
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