Chapter two. Listen guys, I need you to review. If you don't review, I'll assume it sucks and I'll stop. Also, I'd like to know where I can improve.
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"Sheesh, what happened to you?" asked Cristina as Alex made his way back into the locker room. He was rubbing at his tense neck muscles.
"Patient bit me," he said blasily.
"What?" asked George O'Malley, mouth half full of chips.
"It's nothing, some psycho chick thought she was a werewolf and bit me," said Alex as he combed through his locker.
"Hahaha, watch out next full moon," commented Cristina as she closed her locker.
Alex stopped what he was doing and gave her a look. "Why does everyone keep saying that?" He promptly shut his locker and headed out for lunch.
"Hello, I am looking for a... Cynthia Carsten. I am her sister. May I speak with her?"
The secretary glanced up from her paperwork. Her eyes met a rather attractive woman, 5'8'', black hair, and pale skin. What caught her attention was the woman's eyes. They were a stunning blue, fiercer than any eyes she'd ever seen before.
She was speechless. "Second floor... room twenty..."
"Thank you ma'am."
Within a second, she was off.
Up in room twenty, Dr. Torres was briefing a patient. "It seems that part of your left hand is pretty damaged, so we're going to have to go in and fix it," she said as he scribbled some stuff on her clipboard.
She seemed a little shook up. "Will I die?"
She cocked an eyebrow. "The chances of you dying in this are slim to none. It's a routine surgery, I've done it hundreds of time. Nothing to worry about," she said as she clicked the pen and put it in her pocket. She gave her a warm, reassuring smile.
Within seconds, the woman from the front came bursting in. Dr. Torres and Cynthia both jumped in surprise. Cynthia's shock quickly turned to rage however.
The woman pulled out a gun.
Cynthia's eyes flashed yellow. "You may kill me, but I have already infected. You're too late."
The woman's eyes narrowed. She got ready to pull the trigger.
What happened next was all a blur to Dr. Torres. Cynthia had leapt right at the woman, and snatched the gun right out of her hands before she could react. She took the pistol, and snapped it right in half. Before fleeing out the window, she gave the woman a good thrust in the stomach.
Callie was speechless. She watched the woman struggle to get up, clearly shaken. She glanced at the severed pistol.
She was just about to rush over to help, but the woman jumped to her feet, and before she knew it, had Callie up against the wall.
"Who did she infect!" Her voice came out like poison.
Tears were streaming down Callie's face. "I.. I have no idea what's even going on! Please don't hurt me! Please!"
The woman gave her a glare. Within a second, she picked up the broken pistol and launched herself out the window, disappearing into the city.
Callie leaned motionless against the wall.
