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Chapter 3
High Fever

"Hi." I walked up behind Gemma and grinned. I instantly realized that was probably my best chance of a kiss if I'd been quick enough. Damn!
"Hey, I've already got the tickets." She handed me one of the tickets and held my hand tightly. Oh god, major awkwardness alert.
"Thanks. Err, you want some popcorn or something?" I held open the door as we went inside.
"Nachos, and a chilli pot." I looked her up and down, her small body not letting onto the fact that she might deviate from the fat free diets of some the school girls.
"Really? You like that kind of thing?" She raised a skeptic eyebrow. "You don't really strike me as a.." Say something you idiot! "...foodie"
"I work out." I made it a point not to say much else until we were sat in the screen waiting for the movie to start.
"You get up to much?" I took a sip of coke and undid the top button of my shirt. Ever since we'd come in I had felt like I was hot. Would it kill to turn on the air con?
"Little gym, Dad's a physiotherapist so he's always bugging me to keep fit. What do your parents do? Hardly anyone knows much about you at school."
"Dad works with some big medicine company, Mum stays at home but she used to work in the same place." I took another gulp of coke. "I used to do some track a little while ago."
That got her attention.
"You ran?"
"Sprinter, won the district sports twice for 100 meters. Can't anymore though cos' of these." I showed her the pouch on my belt. "Some rare blood disease, as soon as my heart rate goes too high I spark out. When your trying to blow the candles out on your tenth birthday its not usual to have a heart attack."
"Mind if I look?" I handed her the injector and she looked it over. "I've never seen anything like this, whats in the cartages?"
"Some cocktail mixed up but the doctors, it keeps me alive, thats all I care."
The movie started and we settled down to watch. It was your typical military warfare film, lots screaming and explosions and the odd touching moment between the men as they blew each other up. But each explosion and scream felt loader than it should, like the speakers were plugged direct into my ear drums Bright colors made me wince as my retinas buzzed in protest. The drinks were long gone and I sat panting in my chair, trying to fight off the heat that was creeping out from my heart.
"You OK? Aires?" I registered Gemma's face but not her voice which mingled with the sounds of the film which had risen to a din.
"I need some air." I staggered to the end of the row and clawed along the wall as protests of spilt drink and popcorn followed me. I burst out into the corridor and slid down the wall holding my pounding head. My vision was fraying at the edges and I screwed the heels of my hands into my lids.
"Aires! Whats wrong?" Someone took hold of my shoulders and gripped me tightly. Bile rose in the back of my throat and all I could do was moan in response. "Look at me Air." Gemma gently pulled my hands away from my face. I was blind, the dark smear of Gemma's face was all I could see on a black background.
"Oh my God." Light figures ran over my eyebrows. "Aires, whats happening to you. Come on! I need your help here." What she said next was lost to the ringing that smothered all other sound, I was in agony. Hands lifted me up and carried me away, their contact making me yell out as my nerves were lit on fire. Cold air hit my face and for a second I could see the lit up sign of the taxi rank opposite. Every part of me was alight, roasting my skin and innards with a fire only I could feel. I was hauled onto the back of the taxi and I could feel the movement. Gemma's cool hands held me in my seat and I think she was talking to me. Then a fresh pain, nothing like anything any human had felt before, slashed across my back. Like flaming swords, cleaving twin slices from my flesh. I screamed, a sound that some animal spread out by millions of years of evolution might have made long ago. Warm wetness spread over the skin of my back and my very bones felt the cool air. If I were to look round I would have seen a delicate folded frame of bone with only a thin layer of skin as it had burst through the flesh of my back. Deep inside my brain a new set of chemical markers were sent out across my body, damage control orders. My eyes rolled up into my head, body shutting down, a young girls desperate voice and then blackness.