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Cass is furious with me and I don't blame her. I'm a mess and possibly going to die soon and I just left her. I'll go back and see her later, but not until I know more about how quickly my condition is deteriorating. The full scars and pain came on overnight so I know that it's faster than when it first happened.

I can think of only one person who might be able to help me. Or at least one person who might that I trust. I hate to bring her into this but I don't want to die and I don't want to kill people because I go crazy. I deserve to die, that's true, but not at the risk of others.

So I sneak into Gwen's appartment and I wait, hoping she doesn't take too long. I have the suit on because it's the only thing that fits now that I've grown and it's less likely to freak her out than my fucked up face. I take the time to write down everything I remember about my condition, everything I or all the scientists I paid or threatened discovered about it.

It's a surprisingly large amount of information and a small part of me thinks that maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to save me.

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Gwen isn't expecting to do much with the rest of her day. Maybe a little reading, a hot bath, something simple and quiet for the moment, she thinks. She's been working hard, she can afford to enjoy her free time.

She isn't expecting company either, but when she walks into her apartment, she has it anyway. Letting out a yelp, she stumbles back, hand to her chest. "Oh, my god," she says, heaving a sigh. "Kaine, what are you doing in here?"