Knives

Cuts (18+)

Even though the morphing took over, he still reacted to the pain dealt onto the bite. After they peeled through the skin layer, then came the fat layer, then blood clog, than muscle.

"Get me the cloth, Sam" the doctor says to me. I pass her the blue sheet and watch her wipe the infected blood from his stomach. The yellow puss coming out the spot. Than they get to the rot source. A Melm will take its tongue and inject an orb that will work
In your blood the same way a bath bomb works in water. But why was the
cut on the bottom of his stomach..? They start to scoop out the broken gel pieces and spoon out the puss. Than his skin starts to turn red.

"He is crossing over! Get the patch ark's!" the doctor shouts at the nurse with a rage.

"Well you don't have to shout" the nurse says as she passes the foam packet to him.

Nevan isn't taking this to well. His hand is twitching and so are his eyes. Blood shoots out of his nose and mouth as well as some infection. The morphing is running out. This isn't going to end so well. He wakes up and looks around, like he Doesn't know where he is. His eyes are a brights gray, at least that's what I can make out of it running from the surgery room. I don't know my way around this place very well, but I know that me and the doctor are running at a dead end. Nevan goes towards the doctor. "Huh, I think he remembers me a little" I think to myself. So me and the doctor came to an end, and of coarse, bites good old doc first. He sinks his teeth through his arm, then sinks into the muscle. The blood flowing is unimaginable.

"RUN!! SAVE YOURSELF!! YOUR FRIEND IS GO..." Nevan sunk his gums into his neck. I heard a soft 'ssssssss' coming from his neck, so that's my que to run. I manage to find the exit and go straight to 8 year old Joanne, the girl in the back. I hug her, then run along the sidewalk with her in my arms shouting, "THE SURGERY DIDN'T WORK! DOCTOR DIED!!! RUN THIS WAY!"

And that's when Nevan bursts through the door, with blood rushing down his mouth, staring at us, getting ready to pounce.