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Prince Achileas-Andreas P.O.V.
..............Mount Baldhead Hospital in Midtown, Manhattan, New York
I could smell death; it was calling my name and instead of running in the opposite direction, I was foolishly running towards it. I couldn't stop myself since my wolf was upset with me. The smell was overpowering the standard hospital room scent of isopropyl alcohol and other cleaning agents.
It was the next day and my damn chronic diarrhea was not stopping.
There were moments when it felt like it had stopped, but the second I ate something, it was another agonizing pain all over again.
A sudden violent cramp in my stomach, pain shooting through my joints and throughout my abdomen as if a storm was about to b
