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Craig stared at Connor through his glasses and the strawberry blond hair hanging low over them. He gave a small headshake, dropping his focus to the syringe in his hand. “It’s just antibiotics,” he said, his tone one of utter disbelief.
A snarl built deep within Connor’s chest. With teeth bared, his lips rippled as the sound roared from his throat.
“Oh, Jesus.” The doc dropped the needle and staggered back, his hands flying up.
Dad rushed in, slapping one arm across Connor’s chest, using the other to push him back by the shoulder. “Calm yourself, Connor.”
“I only gave him antibiotics,” Craig said. “I swear I did.”
“Then, why is he convulsing like he’s overdosed on some serious s**t?” Connor knocked Dad back a step, but Dad regained his footing and control.
“I-I don’t know.” Craig
