Chapter Thirteen

Charlie finally takes my blood after what feels like an excrutiating long time. I bandage up my arm to cover the needle patch. Charlie says that they should know the results in a minute or two. I nod my head and wait beside Andrew while Charlie gets the results.

"What do you think will be my powers?" I ask drew.

"Well, I cannot say but healing is definitely one of them," he says.

"Does that mean I can survive injuries?" I ask curiously.

"Yes, I guess." He says and we sit for a minute with nothing to talk about. The silence starts tormenting me so I take the iniciative to start the conversation asking about him since I know next to nothing when it comes to him.

"How did you turn?" I ask.

"It's a long story," he says.

"We have got time." I say and shrug.

"My parents left me in an orphanage when I was seven because they wanted nothing to do with me. So I was an orphan for good, for some wholesome years. I always felt like I had no power in this world. I had always been the kind of person