The Intruder

JACK

I slammed the door shut behind me, frustration and confusion bubbling inside.

I could barely stand being in that room, watching that smug doctor flirt with Vivian. What kind of doctor was he, anyway?

He wasn’t doing his job..he was asking her out for coffee. How unprofessional could you get?

I tossed my jacket onto the chair, running a hand through my hair, still fuming.

"Isn't his job to focus on the patient?" I muttered under my breath. "Not to flirt with my… sister?"

I paused, the word feeling foreign in my mouth. Sister. I’d never really thought of Vivian like that before.

I mean, technically, she was, but I never acted like it. Never really cared to. So why did I say it back there? What was I even thinking?

Shaking my head, I tried to brush it off. I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.

My arms felt heavy, the effects of the injection already making me sluggish and weak.

Damn it. I hated this feeling.

I lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my mind