Immune Novels & Stories

I said to her walking back to the counter to sit but before I could the door to the kitchen smashed open with enough force almost break it off the wall. I looked at my sister's and Uncle expression on they face was a surprise , then his scent filled my nose and Shiva howled at him . I then I heard a growl from him behind me made my spine shiver a little I turned around to a man the size of the door he was standing in. I looked into his eyes while I was meet with the beautiful hazel color I have ever seen with scar on his left eye and dark hair to his shoulders and skin that looks like the sun kissed him. Then I heard my Uncle said " Hello Alpha Kane " . WHAT ! I mentally said.

This was what I was born to do. "No, no, no." I shook my head at a diagram Kassian had drawn. "If we introduce the trigger here, the immune system will reject it. The white blood cells will attack before the wolf DNA can awaken." Kassian frowned at the diagram. "You are right. I did not consider the immune response." "We need a carrier. Something that can deliver the trigger past the immune system without being detected." "A carrier." Kassian stroked his chin. "Like a virus? A modified virus that can sneak past the defenses?"

When Angela closed her eyes and nodded, he turned to me and whispered, “Maybe you should change the focus of your research, doc.” “Even if I did, I don’t know if I could possibly find a cure within a month,” I breathed. “I’ve got a feeling that Elijah won’t be the only one coming for treatment before this is through,” Max said with urgency. I thought aloud. “I still have an immunity to zombism in my system. I have no such thing for werewolfism.” “What makes you immune to zombism?” Max asked with wrinkled brow. “A low dose of vampirism,” I confessed.

My voice broke as I awaited an explanation. The doctor adjusted the glasses perching in his nose, and he began explaining, “SCID is a genetic disorder characterised by the immune system's inability to produce functional T and B lymphocytes, which are needed for effective immune responses.” I arched my brows, clearly confused, as my grip tightened around Liam’s hands. “Your son has a weak immune system, and his body can’t fight off viruses or bacteria on its own.” My throat tightened and tears trickled down my face, and in no time my sons filled the office.

“Most importantly, the immune system is compromised and the number of white blood cells is impaired, and lymphocytes are impaired, including the natural killer cytotoxic cells that normally fight abnormal cells.” “Shut up, Mike. You are talking like a doctor.” “I am one.” “Could you be a friend for a moment?” “I am.” “I don’t feel like it right now. I don't need a lecture at three o’clock in the morning.” “My fault, I am sorry. Tell me, what is bothering you?”

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My hand shook as I pinned back my curl, I had developed such a bad tremor in the last years- perhaps due to my illness, or the countless medications I have to take due to it. Triston's voice cut through the silence of the bathroom, "What color are you wearing tonight?" I turned my head up,

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

Lorenzo, John, Bonnie and Angelo sat outside the room Grace was placed in. When Dr. McCoy came out, Lorenzo stood up immediately. "What's wrong with her?" He asked. Dr. McCoy sighed. "I'm sorry, Don but this cannot be beaten. I-I don't even think she'll even make it through the night. Most of her organs have started shutting down. The machines are the only thing keeping her alive." He said sadly.