Deadly Cure

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

The Next Day

                  I woke up half in my bed, with a textbook crushing my vertebra. To say the least it was a pretty normal waking up experience. Rolling over I saw the microscope with the saliva sample at the foot of my bed. That's when I remembered everything. It wasn't a dream: the man that bit the girl in the alley. Good. Well, not good that the girl got attacked, but good because I know how to help Hannah.

                  I shoved my glasses on and grabbed the microscope to make sure it looked the same as last night. Gran was already asleep when I got home, but a very angry note had been taped to my door. I was grounded for a week from the library. But now that I got this sample I don't need the library. Plus anything I need to research won't be at the library or on the Internet. The saliva sample from last night looked the same: with cells that were bigger, and stronger than normal human cells. I looked at my own saliva sample and was astonished by what I saw.

                  I then grabbed another slide and mixed the two samples together. The larger cells latch onto my cells and ate them, and produced with them, making larger cells. I knew I was grounded, but I needed to see Hannah and get a saliva sample from her. She wouldn't like it, (I'm pretty sure she thought I was crazy) but she would have to if it meant saving her life.

                  But how would I save her life with only a saliva sample? Everything in your body has cells, but the blood would be the best way to transfuse all the cells of the larger, small-eating cells into Hannah to stop cancer. It was early, and Gran wasn't up yet, so I pulled on my hoodie and jumped on my back, leaving from my bedroom window.

                  This was urgent.

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                  The lights were all off in Hannah's house, so I decided to sneak in through her bedroom window. I knocked gently, hoping not to wake up the whole house. It was five minutes later when a groggy Hannah opened the curtains, flipped me off, and let me inside. Hannah's window was a large corner window that was up a way. I grabbed onto the ledge and hoisted myself up. It was a good thing I was tall or that would have been harder.

                  "What are you doing here?" Hannah asked, rubbing her eyes. She looked so cute in her pink plaid flannel pants with an equally pink tank top. Her blonde hair was in every direction, but very cute.

                  I shifted awkwardly in her room. "Um well, I need a saliva sample." There was no other way to put it. She blinked, still asleep. I took the cotton swab out of my pocket and moved towards her. She recoiled.

                  "What? No!" She backed away, holding onto her mouth. "I haven't brushed my teeth." I rolled my eyes, took her hand.

                  "It's for science." That was our little phrase for whenever we didn't want to really do something but blamed it on science so that it wouldn't be weird.

                  "You can't call "for science" at five in the morning. Cy, why are you even up? Your eyes are bloodshot, and you look pale." She was always worrying about me, and I was always worrying about her. Today was going to be a good day for Hannah I could tell because she wasn't pale and her eyes weren't bloodshot. She looked more like Hannah.

                  "I can because I'm really close to figuring something out." I couldn't wait to cure Hannah and rub it in Briella's face that I was working on curing Hannah and cancer in general. Briella didn't think I could do it or that I wasn't trying, but I sure was. I was killing myself over it.