Infected Novels & Stories

But nothing felt like it was moving fast enough. Hope’s blood test had come back earlier, and I had sent more samples back just to double-check, to make sure there hadn’t been some mistake. But the truth was staring me in the face, no matter how much I wished it wasn’t. Hope—Avery’s baby, our little miracle—was infected with LDS. Lycan Decay Syndrome. The words felt like poison in my mouth every time I thought of them. It was a death sentence, slow and insidious, and it was creeping through Hope’s tiny body.

I know where this talk is going. “Bullshit, Ivann,” I responded. I closed my eyes once more and started massaging my temples for a second before looking at him straight in the eye. “It’s funny thinking that it doesn’t only happen inside a book or a movie but also in real life,” I sarcastically said. “Someone who can actually hurt you and then make up an excuse using a disease just so they can be forgiven,” I added, acting like I was surprised.

Arjun felt dizzy. Although the fever had subsided a little, fatigue took over his body from days of wandering and searching for his friend. He doesn’t know where he is going or where the hospital-like room he stayed since he arrived there. But one thing he is sure about is that… he is hurt by Ricky’s words. Why? He doesn’t know. Why would he let that get into his head when Ricky was nobody to him? Is it because Neal is his best friend now? Is it because he was realizing that he’s being left alone now that Neal somehow found his other half in Hunter? Or Is it because it's been years since he heard from someone that they don’t like him?

Stand by and do nothing, and suddenly it’s acceptable. When did the world become like this? At that moment, Raina had already inserted the acupuncture needle. Hearing him speak, she suddenly turned to him, her eyes lighting up. “Sir, you’ve been in contact with the infected?” He stiffened, clearly reluctant to engage further—and probably lumping Raina in with the others. Still, he answered her, with a faint tone of mockery: “So what if I have?” Raina said, “That’s great! I’ve been looking for you. I never thought you’d turn up here. You’ve had contact with the infected, but from what I can see, you haven’t gotten sick. That mean

The questions repeated inside my mind like a broken record. But my body refused to respond. It wasn’t fear that held me in place. No. It didn’t feel like fear. It felt like something deeper. Something unfamiliar. Something that made my chest tighten and my pulse race in a completely different way. So I stood there. Frozen. Powerless. And completely lost. His fingers brushed against the edge of my mask. Then slowly, deliberately, he removed it. The cool air touched my face. And the moment my mask came off, his expression changed.

Naomi sees her as a child victim; the rest of us see her as a ticking time bomb. She's only been infected for about an hour, but she's still dangerous. I've heard reports of people succumbing to the infection in as little as twelve hours, and as long as three days. So we might be leaving with one less person as early as tomorrow morning, or we might be here for a few days. There's really no way to tell until the fever sets in. Then you can kind of judge based on how soon a person becomes delirious.

Beth and Katie came by yesterday to force me to eat. All of a sudden the doc comes rushing out, I jump up from my chair concerned. “What's wrong…is ren okay?” I say in a rush. She stops in front of me with a smile on her face. And nods her head. “Yes ren is going to be okay i was able to finally get the infection under control it isn't spreading like it was before..i was able to find out what sped up thespread tho…it was you marking her…when you marked her you connection with her jump started her immunsystem and her body started to try and fight back but the infection was already so bad that her body couldn't handle it on its own”

"Miss, can you tell me what you're feeling?" "Burning. Spinning. Can't... can't breathe right." He turned to Luca. "You said she was drugged?" "Yes. We found a needle mark on her arm." "Show me." Luca held up my arm. The doctor examined the mark, his face growing grave. "This isn't good," he said. "The injection site is infected. The surrounding tissue is inflamed. Whatever she was given, her body is reacting badly to it." "Can you treat it?"

"I'm in." He looked at his hands. They weren't the gloved hands of Wraith. They were wireframes. He hadn't loaded his skin yet. He was a ghost in the machine. Ren tried to summon his menu. A jagged, torn window appeared. PROJECT_REVERSAL: ACTIVE. INFECTION RATE: 14%. "Fourteen percent," Ren whispered. "It's spreading." He looked around the broken Lobby. In the corner, where the "Training Bots" usually stood, there was something else.

Chapter 220 Max The worst thing about having an infection , is not knowing that you have an infection until your body tells you something is wrong . If you ignore the symptoms which is what I did , your body will function normally until one day when you think everything is fine , your body prints out the receipt of the things you've done to it and how much it's going to cost you to pay it back .