Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT ~~

"It just doesn't make any sense, I mean really. How could it even be possible?"

"Ken, calm down, it's completely possible when you take in the medical facts."

"Phil, this doesn't sound medical at all, it sounds like a god damned fictional story. It can't be the reason. There has to be something else?"

Ken and Phil had been arguing back and forth about what was what for the past twenty minutes. Dan and I had told them our theory, and Ken seems to have just brushed the entire situation under the mat. He was worried, I could tell, but not about the current situation, he was worried about his friend, left behind to whatever Jonathan wanted to do with him. I was going to bring him back, even if Mark didn't want me to go. He didn't have to know, and he wouldn't. I need to speak to Phil about all of this. I would need to leave tonight if I am going to have any chances of saving my friend. Wade was a part of the family, and no one gets left behind, not again.

"Okay all arguments aside, please, can everyone jump back out whilst I look over Jack's wounds please. I'll have to change his bandages and then, Mark? Will you help him get cleaned up?"

"Of course, no problem. I'll be right outside if you need me, Okay?" Mark asked me, a concerned look present in his eyes.

"Of course." I smiled, giving him the most convincing 'everything will be okay' look as I could.

Everyone except for Phil pilled back out of the truck and closed the door behind them.

"I'm sorry about Ken, he can be opinionated," I apologized giving my best apologetic smile.

"Nah, no problem mate. Everyone has their own. Now, let's have a look at everything shall we?"

I nodded as he gently lifted my right hand and brought it towards him, lifting it from the sling and touching around the bruised part of my lower arm. There was a confused tension in the air as he continued to feel around my supposed broken bones.

"That's very interesting."

"What?"

"Your arm, it's almost as if all that happened was a light hit. I can't feel anything out of place at all. It adds another layer of possibility to what you and Dan were theorising about. I mean, with all of everything I know about the immune system, it's only supposed to help you recover mainly from colds, the flu, that sort of thing. For some reason though, you have healed at a very impressive rate. It's like there was never a break here. Can you move it?"

I nodded and bent my arm back and forth, flexing my muscles and moving my wrist.

"Amazing."

"It is?"

"Indefinitely."

He removed the bandage from my hand to reveal a scarred over wound. It looked like whatever happened, happened days maybe weeks ago.

"The bandages aren't even necessary anymore," he mumbled to himself, moving next to the bandages around my splinted leg, and taking them off, feeling the bones around them.

"Nothing, there is nothing. It's almost as if the viral infection releases an antibody into the blood stream when physically injected, ahh, sorry, when someone is bitten. It's as if the antibodies multiplied, and if it is because of your increased immune system, it takes next to no time for you to heal from what would generally be fatal wounds on others."

"So, I'm okay?"

"Apparently so, yeah. I mean, your skins still bruised, but that's completely understandable, and the swelling has gone down almost completely. I'd say you could be back on your feet within the next four or five hours giving the reaction time that it took previously."