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Chapter 7 — “Routine” Bloodwork

Author: Lee Grego
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-21 12:37:50

The corridor smells like antiseptic and polished stone, too clean, too sharp, like the building is trying to bleach away anything messy before it can stain the walls.

The clinician walks ahead of me with the casual certainty of someone who thinks he’s doing me a favour. Two guards flank me close enough that I can feel the heat of their bodies through the air, close enough that if I tried to bolt I’d be caught in three steps.

I don’t bolt. I just hold my head up and pretend my pulse isn’t slamming against my ribs like it wants out.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask, forcing my voice steady. The clinician doesn’t bother looking back. “The royal clinic.”

“I know that,” I snap, then bite the edge off my tone. “What are you testing for?”

He glances back then, mildly annoyed, as if my questions are an inconvenience. “Anything that could impair shifting. Illness. Deficiency. Suppression.”

Suppression. The word follows me like a shadow.

“Is this… normal?” I ask.

“Yes,” he replies too quickly.
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