The Student
Kate watched Mary prepare a syringe. We could do this without you getting stabbed. A voice whispered to her. You think a bite is better? She asked. It’s more natural, if you are going to accept yourself, you need to accept all of you. She gave a mental nod. This is as much for them as for me. She replied. Mary walked to her with the rubber band they used to stop the blood. “That isn’t needed.” She said. Mary didn’t argue. Kate looked down at her arm and her muscles pushed a good vein to right below the surface of her skin. Mary looked at her and nodded. She slid the needle into the offered vein. Kate looked at Micheal, a lab tech was with him. “Why aren’t you with your husband?” Mary shrugged. “I know him and that technician, I’m trying to get a feel for you and not just the awesome po
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