It started as an itch in the crease of her right elbow. She noticed it one morning on the bus. One casual scratch then back to her book. But it wouldn't go away. She adjusted her sleeve, trying to feel up the seam to see if there was something there. Nothing. By now she was starting to get looks of mild annoyance from the middle-aged business woman next to her. She sat in rigid silence, focusing her gaze on the words in front of her, her mind focused solely on the throbbing of her arm.
Three blocks. Two blocks. One. She grabbed at the stop cord as casually as possible, inwardly frantic. The feeling had only increased, spreading slowly through her arm, reaching her wrist and shoulder. I'm only twenty-five - it couldn't be a heart attack, right? The driver jerked to a stop and she leapt up while simultaneously tripping over the cranky business woman's feet. "Sorry, so sorry!" she pleaded to the half-sneer, practically falling out of the doors in her effort to escape.
She dropped her backpack on the sidewalk as the bus pulled away and shoved her sleeve up. What the fu- A small green lump was pushing from under her skin.
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