“Erik,” the middle Catherine said, “you’re going to feel another stick and then a flushing sensation.”
“If it starts to burn you tell us,” Jurgis added.
The injection didn’t burn but Erik could feel thousands of tiny creatures moving just under his skin. He raised his head just enough to look at the part of his body not covered by the paper blanket, half-expecting to see his skin being carried off by tiny insects.
Cool metal seared his burning chest. Catherine again. As Erik watched she studied her watch, then a machine on the other side of the bed and then her grandfather. He saw her nod.
“One last stick,” she said. “This one will help you sleep.”
He felt his head move back and forth. No. No sleep. Even as sick as he felt he didn’t want to sleep through this. If these people are right, and these treatments work, this is my rebirth, he thought. Erik shook his head again. This was the beginning of a new life. A normal life. And Erik didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
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