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Adeline’s POV
By the time I reached the hospital, it felt like the camping trip had happened in another life. The director met me halfway down the hall, tie loose, face pale.
“Room twelve,” he said. “He’s bad. Won’t stay sedated. I called you because you’re the only one who might calm him enough to keep him alive.”
“Another addict?” I asked.
His jaw tightened. “Not this time. Just…see for yourself.”
The metallic smell hit before I even pushed the door open. Blood. Fresh. Too much.
Inside, a man thrashed weakly on the bed, skin gray, shirt torn open. The nurses hovered back, fear plain on their faces. “He tried to bite through the IV,” one whispered.
I moved closer. The wounds stopped me cold.
There were no scratches, no claws dragging over the skin, just bite marks. And fro
