“I’m going to take a small sample from your blood, just to check if what we’re doing is helping you.” Wrench said before he took a syringe and took a drop of my blood from my arm.
“I think it’s helping. I’m feeling a lot better now.” I replied.
“Feeling better doesn’t mean that you’re fixed. You might just be feeling better because Hunter’s blood is numbing your body as it tries to took over it.” He said.
Fixed? I’m not an object to be fixed. Sometimes, his choice of words was a bit rude and I kind of dislike him for that. I just watch him put it inside his bag, then took my temperature.
“I don’t know why I am doing this without being paid.” He sighed.
“I’m sorry if I’m interfering to your work.” I said.
I am at the hospital where Wrench is working. He was talking to a patient when H
