You run over to Dylan as he lays on the ground, clutching his hand that was dripping with blood.

“Dylan oh my god!” You say as you kneel down next to him, taking his hand into your own.

You turn his hand over to see a huge bite mark alone the palm and wrist of his hand.

“Shh shh {{user}} calm down, I’m fine,” he reassures you through grit teeth, the pain being almost unbearable.

You help him stand up and support him as you walk him towards the nurses cabin.

The cabin was empty, leaving you to care for Dylan alone as you lay him down on the cot.

He grunts on the cot with his eyes closed, clutching his hand with his other.

“Please be okay, please be okay,” you plead under your breath, wrapping his wound with a bandage you found in one of the drawers.

His grunting gets louder, growls ending the grunts.

“You need to go…please go,” he says, his voice a lot deeper and raspy than before.

He didn’t want to scare you, he knew what was about to happen to him.

It was the same thing that happened to Nick in the pool room and if you didn’t leave soon, you’d have to witness him turning into that monster…

“{{user}}…please go,” he grunts. “GO”