HeartBeat

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Ava

I don't bother hiding my presence, choosing to burst through the lab's door.

Mr. Scott startles, jumping in his seat, his knees banging against the table. His eyes widened as he turns to face me. Before he could speak, I hold up an arm, my face tight with anger and frustration.

"I need you to check my hormone levels. You can do this? Yes?" I walk forward, pinching my skin, to get a raised vein.

I hold out my arm, and Mr. Scott sputters in confusion.

"Now!" I command.

Mr. Scott leap to his feet, eyes still wide with fear. He nods his head, before dropping back to his seat, and leaning over to reach a desk draw. He pulls it open and plucks out a packet. He tears it open and shake out a syringe.

I wait impatiently as I continuously pluck at my vein. Finally, ready, Mr. Scott scoots closer, still lodged in his seat, and begins to take my blood.

He glances up and, his eyes bounce between my face and the syringe. I narrow my own, in annoyance.

Mr. Scott clears his throat, after filling the syringe, and moves to take the rubbing alcohol.

"That isn't necessary." I state quickly.

"Right of course. Your cells must regenerate cleanly without it..." He trails, almost in questioning manner. I finally begin to take note of the look in Mr. Scott's eyes.

I glance at the blood vials out on the tabletop, and the tools, being used, and then turn back to look at Mr. Scott. There was curiosity and awe, lurking in his gaze, a fascination that I had seen before within the rarely new coats.

I stay quiet and study the male before me. Momentarily holding off the reason I came to the lab.

Mr. Scott looks away and places the new vial of blood carefully into a temperature container, his hand slightly shaking as he does so.

He clears his throat again. I tongue my gum, feeling a hint of amusement, as well as a small need to end him here. Can he truly be trusted with our blood? A question I had asked myself countless times before I had met the man. But I didn't have a choice. I didn't have time.

So, I don't kill the man I needed for a complicated job, that I could not do on my own. Instead, I wait for the questions to come. I wait for him to beg me to let him study me, that he needs the living breathing thing to find the solution I asked of him. I get none of that.

"So..." Mr. Scott trails. "Would you also like me to study the fresher sample?" Mr. Scott asks with a shrug, while nodding at the freshly taken blood.

I narrow my eyes in suspicion.

"I need you to check my hormone levels. Do you happen to have an EEG machine as well?"

Mr. Scott looks at me, with bewilderment.

"Uh, I can check your hormone levels, but I don't have a functioning EEG machine here."

I sigh.

Mr. Scott eyes me. "May I ask what the purpose of this is? I've already studied the samples you gave me, so I'm aware of the higher-than-normal hormone levels in each sample. But I think I can say the same for every aspect of your blood." He looks at me, that awe growing, as well as a flash of fear.

"Everything in your body is amplified, changed." He says while beginning to do as I ask. "So mutated." He whispers awed.

"Your just...MORE. Your cell division. You cell regeneration. Your red and white blood cells. Everything that makes you up, everything that makes you human, expanded and changed, in ways I've never seen. In ways I've never thought possible. Your adrenaline is so high, that I'm lost for words at how your heart can take it. Any other, normal person would have busted open. Dead." I watch him for moment, him babbling while using tools, and machines, I had to turn away from, lest I find myself trapped in unwanted memories again. I was already tittering on the edge of my control for the night.