Chapter 3: A Complicated Present.

*Lena*

I blinked hard, convinced I must be hallucinating. Zara’s prognosis was wrong. I wasn’t delusional, something was actually happening to me.

My legs gave out and I sank into the bathroom floor, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it echoing in my ears. This wasn’t possible. I remember the nurse changing the bandage just before we left. I distinctly remembered seeing something there.

There was no way it could disappear within a week. Wounds didn’t just disappear overnight.

With shaking hands, I ran my fingers over the spot where the bite had been. The skin felt normal - no tenderness, no raised scar tissue. Nothing.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I stumbled out of the bathroom. I needed a distraction, something normal to ground me. Feeding the cats - that would help. That would definitely take my mind off all this… madness. I made my way to the living room, my legs unsteady beneath me.