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not that simple, Henry.”
    “Um,” the waitress said, finally returning. From the smell on her uniform, I could tell she had taken a cigarette break. “Are you ready to order?”
    “I’ll take the kids spaghetti and meatballs,” I said, handing her the stained, laminated menu.
    “It’s only for children eight and under.”
    “The only reason I’m ordering it is because I’m trying to be nice. I actually don’t want to eat anything here. A little afraid of catching some ancient disease like the black plague.”
    “Okay,” she said, half-ignoring me. “Oh! And the count is fifteen. Fifteen on staff.”
    “T hank you.”
    “And you, sir?” she said, turning to Henry. “You said you wanted to order more once your friend arrived.”
    “Yes,” he said, spinning the menu over and surveying the items. I figured it was now or never. If I told him the truth when we were alone, there was a chance I could be in danger. If someone was around, he might hold back.
    “Henry?” I replied as he looked up at me suddenly from the menu.
    “Yes?”
    “I have the cure…but it’s in my blood.”
    His eye s ignited with energy…but it was different than the boy I knew since childhood. And I was so terrified, I couldn’t move.
    I didn’t expect him to lunge up at the waitress, or grab her, or slam her head on the table, or start clutching the back of her head. He opened his mouth wide towards her and I screamed, my body beginning to run away on its own, but Henry caught my wrist and pulled me back to him with alarming strength. I turned to hit him, but he dodged the laughable attempt and kicked at the back of my knees, causing me to fall to the dirty floor. Leaving the unconscious waitress slumped over the table, he stood behind me, towering over me like a predator as I heard him smack his lips.
    “I’m s orry for the violence,” he said, almost sounding sincere. “But it was either her or you.”
    “Henry, you need help.”
    “Please stop talking,” he pleaded, placing a rotting hand on my head.
    “What are you planning on doing to me?”
    “Nothing I want to, Alex. So…it’s in your blood?”
    “I’ve tried extracting it through a syringe,” I said, my voice beginning to waver as I thought of the odds of me breaking his powerful grip. “But even that doesn’t work. And I’m just going off of what my mother told me before she left. She could have been lying. I –”
    “ - maybe we just need more than a syringe’s worth.” He interrupted me. “If we draw your blood over time…”
    “Henry…” I said, looking around fran tically for help. “It won’t work. My blood is different…once it’s out of my body, it immediately starts coagulating. It dries up. I -”
    “-y ou smell so good,” he whispered to me, picking up his knife and cup from the table with one hand. “Maybe I’ll just take a little at a time. I’ll stop once the cure kicks in.”
    “And what if I die?”
    He stopped as he considered my words.
    “I don’t want you to die, Alex , but you have no idea what it’s like. I can’t live like this.”
    “YOU’RE NOT LIVING AT ALL!” a voice boomed throughout the restaurant. I could hear several pairs of feet sprinting out the exits, slamming open doors and dropping frying pans and unused glass plates onto the tile.
    “Who said that?” Henry asked, looking aroun d. I opened my eyes, and saw my savior immediately.
    He had no legs, but he was de finitely in the possession of a gun.
    “Get your beggar hands off of her,” Elliot said through clenched teeth as he steadied the pistol. Henry glanced down and finally noticed the source of the voice lying on the floor like a sniper.
    “ Elliot, what are you doing here?”
    “Shut your mouth and let her go, or I put a bullet through your skull.”
    “That’s a bit graphic,” Henry said, tightening his grip on my hair. “And foolish. I’m already dead.”
    “True, but if I hit you in the brain, your body, and more importantly,