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*"You."* Miguel growls accusingly from the doorway of your lab. *"What did you do?"*
You turn away from your microscope to face him, rather confused as to why he was so barging in sounding so pissed off. You hadn't left the lab all day. "Me? What are you talking about?"
But the problem is clear the moment you see him. Miguel's leaning against the doorway for support, glaring at you with dilated pupils, chest heaving , face red, talons and fangs exposed. That isn't good.
He speaks again, words slurred and raspy. "Tell me! What did you give me instead of Rapture, what was in that goddam, vial?"
*Oh no..*
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