"Hm, so we're not seeing any changes just yet," Melvin said, putting his stethoscope down with a casual disregard for my anxiety. "It at least means it isn't poisonous."
Ugh, "can you save those observations for another time?"
"You don't want to know your progress?"
"I do. Wait... what if it was poisonous?"
Melvin shrugged. "Medical trials fail all the time." Son of a bitch! "You've been taking your meds on time consistently, right?"
I hate him. "Yeah."
"Good. Don't miss your doses," he said, handing me another sheet of pills. I took it and gulped. Nothing is happening to me now but what about later? "Ok."
No, I can't go back on my word. A shaman's word is law... even as a vampire.
"Aren't you leaving?" Melvin asked, looking annoyed with me.
Just what's this guy's story? Why's he so into experimenting? Why's he such an asshole too? It's like he gets off on playing god with my life.
"I want to see Lucas."
"Well he hasn't moved," he waved me off.
