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Paul woke with a scream. He felt the cold rush of black toxic liquid flooding from the syringe and bombarding the growth inside him. Sharp throbbing pains rushed through its appendages, embedded like roots throughout his body. He felt the pulsating fire up the back of his neck. The growth was heading toward his brain.
Paul could hear rushing water. The van was stopped. He opened his eyes, loosing a few tears at the pain and helplessness.
Maya was standing over him. "I've brought you somewhere safe," she said, "we've got to get that thing out of you straight away.
She smiled and touched his face with her hand- it was hot to the touch, almost painful. "You're gonna be just fine."
Maya climbed out of the van and helped Paul struggle out and to his feet. She draped his arm over her shoulder. The heat from her body radiated through him, wilting him toward unconsciousness.
They were standing on a concrete bridge, the van was parked by a row of barricades.
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