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He thought for a second, then eventually said," That is classified." He put the extra bandages away.

"Well, that didn't help at all," I mumbled.

The man I shifted over and grabbed a syringe and filled it up with some of the blood that he had grabbed.

I looked at the needle in fear, I didn't know what he was thinking. Was he just making sure that I had the right amount of blood in my body, or was it something else? 

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