Back to the BrainThe three cells were huddled in the far corner of the compartment of an artery, busy in a heated conversation. Two, older cells sat far from them. They muttered things about the weather as a soft drizzle sprayed the windows.
The WBC was very clever. He had ensured that no one saw them.
“My WBC number,” he whispered when they had settled themselves, “is 347743. It is very unique. Of course, you can just call me by a nick name.”
“Whitey?” Bicepa suggested. “Because you’re a white blood cell.”
Briana murmured in agreement.
“Whitey, then,” Whitey agreed.
They were all nervous, but equally excited. For the first time since she had met Briana, Bicepa didn’t regret her decision to explore. She had thought it would be a short, exciting trip. But it had turned out to be the c
