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Panic and impatience. Thats all he could feel at the moment. He sat still in his chair, stomach churning as he prayed for a little more urgency to happen.
What a night, a horrible awful night. He could feel his own body rearrange itself, tendrils and whatever the hell is in him spreading through his veins and arm. He wouldn’t dare to check, he might just pass out after puking if he did.
“Is there like, a time estimate on when you’ll be done?” Bryan said, looking around and trying to focus on anything that would keep his mind off of his own body literally mutating. He looked down at his arm, jacket sleeve covering his hand. He tugged the sleeve down more for extra measure.
The scientist eyes glancing over before letting out a scoff, another keeping his distance. Clearly confused why he’s still sticking around.
“You can leave, you know that?” The other piped in, he gave back a measly look before a shock of pain hit him. His reaction startling the others in the room. His reaction caused the chair to tumble, sending him to the floor, he could tell his situation was now turning dire.
“Sir, are you okay..?” One voice asked him. He gave a weak smile before turning to the side. A poor attempt to his arm.
He winced again as the jolt came back, his arm hurting a fuck ton. He didn’t have much time left, he knew he couldn’t dare to take a look at what’s happening to him. No sweat, deep breaths. The cure had to be close to done by now. He will be fine before the unthinkable happens, he will not be like the rest he encountered. He will be getting back to Michelle, he will be committed to being a father. He is ready now. He’s going to be cured, go back home, hug her tight and go get baby supplies or whatever the hell they need the next day. He will most definitely be taking off work the next few days.
“Aye okay.”
“We should be set!” The scientist voice rang out, Bryan instantly turned towards it. The concerned faces turned into awe and fear, the mutation was now very noticeable.
The woman held the syringe before turning towards the courier. Her face dropping instantly, the needle hit the ground as she shook.
“Fuck! You are-“ she reached out to point, her words cut off as she stumbled back. Bryans sudden movements sending her on the floor. She backwards crawled away as he reached for the syringe. Feeling twenty feet away from five. His arm continued to spasm, some part of it breaking free. The horrified gasps rung in his ears as he got ahold of the needle.
He realized he never knew where his veins were, thoughts came and raced through his head. Adrenaline and heart pumping, almost feeling like they were breaking out of his ears.
Where would he inject it? He didn’t know, arm or either thigh would work. Whatever happens, happens. He plunged it straight into his other arm, thumb pushing it down.
All the pain stopped, his arm stopped freaking the fuck out too. Must’ve done it right. The feeling hit him, he didn’t know how to describe it. Something with a mix of herbs and mints. An icy like feeling topping it off. Props to these guys, clearly they did their jobs correctly. Not like the grudge of this night will go anytime soon.
Once he got back his thoughts, he glanced at his arm. It worked! He still had his arm, and it looked normal. He scanned the rest of his body, nothing seeming out of the ordinary, no side effects or anything. He couldn’t fucking believe it.
He rolled up his sleeve, it mostly did its job. Only leaving major scarring, weirdly shaped like his veins. Thats a problem for future Bryan to explain to people. The bite was gone, only marks left. It’s almost like his body didn’t want him to forget this night, even if it was impossible to forget any of the bullshit he went through.
“You took all of it, asshole!” One man yelled, Bryan shrugged as a cheeky smile plastered his face. He did it, he survived. That’s all that mattered, the fuck were they gonna do about it.
Bryan reached in a pocket, a crumpled up form in yellow being placed down on the table. He had a job to do, and a paycheck to receive aswell.
“Any takers?” He announced, glances exchanged before the scared woman from before got a pen out. Hastily signing before shoving it towards him. Fear still in her no doubt. He took it, a sigh of relief exited him as he stared at the ceiling.
He could really die for a pack of cigarettes now, he deserved it.