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Chapter 22

           EscortedintotheHomesteadbyacoupleofMed-jacks,upthestairs,aglimpsethroughabarelyajardoorofsomeonefeedingthecomatosegirlinherbedhefeltanincrediblystrongurgetogoseeher,tocheckonherintotheirownrooms,intobed,food,water,bandages.Pain.Finally,hewasleftalone,hisheadrestingonthesoftestpillowhislimitedmemorycouldrecall.

           Butashefellasleep,twothingswouldn’tleavehismind.First,thewordhe’dseenscrawledacrossthetorsoofbothbeetlebladesWICKEDranthroughhisthoughtsagainandagain.

           Thesecondthingwasthegirl.

           HourslaterdaysforallheknewChuckwasthere,shakinghimawake.IttookseveralsecondsforThomastogethisbearingsandseestraight.HefocusedinonChuck,groaned."Letmesleep,youshank."

           "Ithoughtyou’dwanttoknow."

           Thomasrubbedhiseyesandyawned."Knowwhat?"HelookedatChuckagain,confusedbyhisbigsmile.

           "He’salive,"hesaid."Alby’sokaytheSerumworked."

           Thomas’sgrogginessinstantlywashedaway,replacedwithreliefitsurprisedhimhowmuchjoytheinformationbrought.ButthenChuck’snextwordsmadehimreconsider.

           "HejuststartedtheChanging."

           Asifbroughtonbythewords,ablood-chillingscreameruptedfromaroomdownthehall.

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