The nurse didn’t respond, silently leading him to a tiny room, barely little more than a broom closet. The space held a medical gurney, a stool, hand sanitizer and tissues.
“Stay here”, the nurse said harshly.
Oliver sat on the stool and sighed. Long gone were the days where a man could run free. The time when their lives had been swathed in magical appeal. Once, not too long ago, vampires had been creatures of awe. Now, it had all vanished into emptiness. Life was slowly becoming a thrill-less ride. The beauty of watching society grow, change, morph into something more, had vanished. Life had merely become an act of survival. Sure, he had friends, acquaintances, enjoyed the little things, but whenever he came into a clinic, the four walls surrounding him made despair claw at his chest.
Catching the sound of footsteps, Oliver glanced at the door. It opened with a low creak, the cold white light shining on his brunette. His fangs prickled and his flesh tingled, every inch of him aware of her presence.
At least today, luck seemed to be on his side.
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