Dr. Fray stared at her for a moment. Probably trying to figure out why all of a sudden she had wanted blood. "Are you sure?" He asked.
She nodded. "I know that's what I want." She answered. He nodded to himself and disappeared, but was back in a few minutes.
"I hope this is enough," He said, holding up a blood bag. "It's O, so it shouldn't have an effect on you."
She smiled, and took the bag. She held it in my hands and suddenly, her appatite vanished. "Um, I guess my body changed its mind." She began. "I don't want it anymore. I'm sorry."
Dr. Fray's smile was kind. "Don't worry about it." He said, taking the bag. "Do you want anything at all?"
She thought about it. "No, not right now. Can I go home?" She asked.
He sighed. "I'd like to keep you at least one more night." he said apologetically. "Just to see if your body has anymore changes." He explained.
She nodded. "Okay, that's fine."
"I'll let you be alone now." He said, glancing at his watch. "That, and I have to go perform a surgery."
"What kind of surgery?" She wondered aloud. She immediately felt bad. She hoped it wasn't an emergency surgery, or that it wasn't life-threatening.
He smiled. "It's just an appendactemy." He answered.
"Good luck." She said as he left.
He bolted upright, shocked out of his dream. A strong scent washed through his window. He crossed the room to find out that he recognized the scent. Oh yes, did he recognize it. It was so familar, he almost didn't believe it. He jumped from the window and began to follow the scent. It grew stronger and stronger the further he went. He reached the local hospital. It was so strong now that his nose began to burn. Ugh, it smelled wrong. All wrong. Giving up on forgetting the scent, he walked calmly inside, a plan already set in his mind.