Drayden - Chapter 9
Drayden - Chapter 9 I come to on the floor of my bathroom with my clothes ripped to shreds, fragments of my pants, my shirt, my underwear and my socks in scrappy pieces all around me. I have no memory of the shredding. I have no concept of the time I was out. The pain still harbors in my sternum. I stand, naked, and look at my reflection in the mirror. The red virus had lost. Only a small speck the size of a flea remains. It hurts like a bee sting, and then, suddenly, it’s gone as if the red had disintegrated into thin air. My body had won. My nanos were the victors. My skin is back to perfect. There’s no sign of the excruciating pain that had knocked me out and made me writhe in agony. I’m now entirely whole, so devoid of pain that it couldn’t be true that something had actua
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