“M!!” Angie yelled, rushing to my side and picking me up in her arms. She carried me to my bedroom, jumping through my window. I refused to let the blackness overtake me as my breathing almost stopped.

“Where?” Angie asked, she laid me on the bed and began searching for the antidote to silver.

“Dresser, top left draw.” I said breathlessly, reaching my weak hand over and ripping the switchblade out of my arm, it was covered in my blood. Angie immediately stopped breathing as she rummaged through my dresser.

“Got it!” She said excitedly, running to my side and tilting my head to the left, exposing my neck.

“Don’t bite me.” I said jokingly, she gave me a dirty look as she shoved the needles into my neck. The antidote took affect immediately, the silver stopped flowing through my veins. She saw the affect and smiled, then her smile turned to a frown.

“You know you comment wasn’t funny. It’s possible that I could slip in my dietary habits and I would prefer if you wouldn’t joke.” She said seriously.