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Ritter was standing beside Jaren’s hospital bed on the left side. Two Strikers were standing in front of us at arm’s length. Ritter pointed at me.
“He did this! Arrest him!” he said.
The Strikers looked at me.
“That’s General Clayton. You need rest!” One said.
“Yeah. General Clayton would never do something like this.” the other said.
The doctor looked at all of us.
“My name is Dr. Tristan Tyler. Jaren’s case is a difficult one.” he said.
“How so?” I said.
“His kidneys are shutting down and his heartbeat is very fast.” Dr.Tyler said.
“Those aren’t the normal symptoms to Cithian Power Exposure.” I said
“I know.” Dr. Tyler said.
“Are you saying that you can’t cure him?” I said.
“Yes.”
Jaren’s heartbeat dropped.
“It’s time to say your goodbyes.” Dr. Tyler said.
“May I touch him?” I asked.
“Yes, General.” Dr. Tyler said.
I went up to Jaren. I touched his chest. The wound healed and disappeared Jaren’s heart rate rose.
A Striker looked at me.
“You’re not the General! You’re a Cithian!” he said.
My dad and I ran out of the room. The Strikers chased after us. We ran down the hallway as the Strikers followed behind us.
An intersection was right in front of us. We went right. The Strikers were still behind us. Another intersection. We went left. The Strikers went left. Doctors chased after us too. A third intersection appeared. We went forward. The Strikers went left. But, the doctors still chased after us.
“Touch my hand.” My dad said. My dad reached out his left hand. I grabbed hold of it.