You awake in a hospital room. O’Connell is at your bedside, checking your vitals. You’re pale, like you’ve seen a ghost. Since when have you become so frightened of me? It’s me. Your husband. O’Connell. Come here now… O’Connell reaches for your face as you slowly start to withdraw backwards. Your eyes glaze over his facial features, noticing a small hint of fangs peaking from his mouth.
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