Positive by Kelsey D Garmendia

Author:Kelsey D Garmendia [Garmendia, Kelsey D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction & Literature
Publisher: Kelsey D Garmendia Books
Published: 2016-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

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"Miss Cuevas?"

My eyelids are like lead. I reach a hand out and touch the smooth metal of a handle. A warm grip meets my hand. "Atticus?"

"No ma'am," the voice responds.

I force myself to open my eyes. I'm in my bed again, in clean scrubs. The same ND leans over me and smiles. "Are you feeling all right?" he says, squeezing his hand against mine.

"I used to get nose bleeds when I was younger—before my chip implant." I push myself up to a sitting position, my head spinning once I'm upright. The ND hands me a glass filled to the top with a clear liquid.

"It's water," he says, answering my doubts before I can voice them. "If I wanted to poison you, don't you think I would've done it by now?"

"Can you blame me for not trusting you? My parents had blind faith in you, but that doesn't mean I have to."

He sighs and places the glass on the small metal table next to my bed. "I know who I am probably holds little to no significance to you," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck while wincing. "My name is Michael Keys. I am the Chief Executive Officer of the Cure Chip Company. I also happen to be the inventor."

I look him up and down, my blood boiling with each passing second. The man sitting in front of me is the man responsible for all of this. He's responsible for tearing thousands if not millions of families apart, killing close to everyone in the country, and he's sitting in the same room as me. My mouth hangs open like a nutcracker. I push myself further from him praying Atticus will come back soon.

"So you see, I have to make this all right again," he says, reaching a pale hands toward me.

His hand touches my shoulder, and I cringe. A flash of hurt crosses his face, and he removes his hand from my shoulder. "I'm going to need a blood sample. This is your first symptom," he says without making eye contact.

"What does that mean for me?"

Michael sighs and glances in my direction. "I don't know, but hopefully something good comes out of it." He holds his hand out for me. I give him my finger and turn my head away. "I'm going to take this to the lab and run some more tests. I'll have you go to Testing tomorrow."

"Testing? Like Atticus goes to?"

Michael nods.

"I'm gonna get worse."

"Most likely yes."

"Is it from Testing?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Atticus thinks that's what is happening to him," I respond, pressing down on the spot where he pricked. "His numbness spreads each time he goes."

"When did he tell you this?"

"I don't know," I respond. "The days kind of blend together in here."

Michael frowns and looks next door into Atticus' empty cell. A thousand thoughts flash across his face before he turns back to me. A dull smile spreads across his face as he pats the back of my hand. "I'm going to figure this out for you, Miss Cuevas.

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