It's Okay to be Different

"How do you feel?" Mitch whispers and closes the book without looking at me still.

"I feel... stronger. And my throat is kind of dry." I scratch at my itchy throat. "Do you have water?"

He chuckles. "Water won't satisfy that thirst." Within the blink of an eye, he's right in front of me, holding both of my hands. "You need blood."