The Rejected Tribrid
I wrap myself in a towel and return to the hospital room, where Auntie Skyler is waiting for me.
“Here are some comfortable leggings and a shirt, along with a bra, and underwear. Go put them on. We will get you discharged from the hospital. Your room is ready at Uncle Apollo's house already.” Auntie Skyler says while handing me a bag.
I take the bag from Auntie Skyler, my hands trembling slightly as I glance at the clothes she's provided. As I change into the fresh attire, the reality of my situation sinks deeper. I am not just a regular teenager; I am a Tribrid, a being of three different supernatural lineages. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates me, filling me with a sense of wonder
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