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I woke up early and walked silently downstairs careful not to wake the others. As I passed Fang's room, I heard heavy breathing, like him after a fight. I slowly opened the door and peered in. What I saw was horrifying. Fang was stiff and rigid lying on the bed. I whipped the door open silently and ran over to Fang.

"Fang!" I whispered. "Fang, what's wrong?" I put my hand on his rigid jaw. He winced and started shaking harder. I pulled my hand away.

"Something at the School," He choked out and my blood ran cold. "Get Jeb."

Normally, I wouldn't go to Jed for help in a million years, but right now Fang was infected with some kind of evil scientist solution and if anyone knew that stuff, it was Jeb. He was Fang's only hope. I raced out of Fang's room and ran down the hall to Jeb's room. I violently pushed the door open and ran to Jeb's bed in the corner. His room had a desk cluttered with papers next to his bed.

"Jeb!" I yelled. He just grumbled and turned a little. "Jeb!" I yelled again. No reply. Man, he's a heavy sleeper. I slapped his face and that woke him up.

"Huh? Ah!" he said when he saw my deadly gaze. "What's wrong?"

"Fang!" I yelled and grabbed his wrist, dragging him out of bed. He got to his feet and caught up with me bolting back into Fang's room.

"What's wr-" he stopped when he saw Fang. "What happened?"

"At the School," choked out Fang. "I don't know what's-,"

Another wave of pain rolled over him and he was shaking worse than ever now. His eyes scared me the most. When he blinked, his irises were blood red and frightening. For a second, time stopped and he looked at me with hatred and I've never felt more scared in my entire life. I fell to the floor on the spot and fainted.

When I woke up, I was lying in my own bed. Judging by the light, it was about midday. I slowly sat up and the memories of this morning hit me. Fang's cold, hate-filled eyes locking with mine. I fell back onto the bed. Jeb must have dragged me in here. Fang. Where was he? How was he doing? Was he still... breathing? I slowly got up again and walked to Fang's room. I opened the door and saw Fang sitting on the edge of his bed in the dark, his back to the door. Even though it was the middle off the day, the dark walls made it feel like night. He was looking down and turned when he heard me come in.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"I feel a bit better, but... what happened?" he said.

"Well, you started shaking, reacted to my touch like it was painful, and you looked at me like you wanted to kill me. It terrified me so much that I, uh... passed out."

"I have no memory of it just a bit after Jeb walked in. Weird." Major understatement.

"Fang, I-I'm..." I stuttered. "I'm scared," I whispered. I sat down next to Fang and cried. He rubbed my back and whispered "Its okay."