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mouth wide and--

    Is he hissing?

    The sound came from deep in Mortimer's throat, less like a threatened cat, more like a tea kettle coming to boil. It kept rising in pitch until it became a shrill whistle, the noise unlike anything Jenny had ever heard.

    It was inhuman.

    "Jenny? What's wrong?" Randall said.

    "Oh my God."

    "What?
What, Jen?
"

    Mortimer's teeth. Something was happening to them. They were falling out--
no
--he was spitting them out, spitting them at Lanz and the nurses who were frantically trying to coax him off the gurney.

    "Randall, I have to go. There's something happening in the ER."

    "You're here in the--?"

    She hung up the phone and started toward Mortimer. No doubt Randall would be trying to call her back on her cell, but she had the ringer turned off--the hospital took its no cell phone rule seriously.

    Mortimer abruptly stopped hissing, and Jenny could hear Dr. Lanz ordering him down off the gurney.

    Stiff as a plank, Mortimer fell face-first onto the floor.

    Jenny rushed to him. She didn't care anymore about hospital protocol, or Lanz having her thrown out.
Mortimer needs me.
Jenny had never seen anything like this in twenty-five years of health care.

    She pushed her way through the nurses surrounding Mortimer and knelt at his prone body.

    "Jenny Bolton? What the hell are you doing in my hospital?" Dr. Lanz demanded.

    "This is my hospice patient," she said, touching Mortimer's neck and seeking out the pulse of his carotid. To her surprise, she didn't have to press hard. His entire neck was vibrating, his artery jolting beneath her fingers like a heavy metal drum solo. The only thing she could compare this to was a crystal meth OD, the heartbeat raging out of control.

    Jenny patted the old man's back, checking to see if he was conscious.

    "Mortimer, can you hear me? It's Jenny. I'm right here. We're gonna help--"

    "
I'm
going to help him. Somebody get security."

    She felt Dr. Lanz's hands grip her shoulders, dragging her away from Mortimer just as her patient grabbed her hip.

    Jenny felt instant pain, and not only from the pressure of Mortimer's grip. Something sharp was digging into her skin through her uniform.

    That can't be Mortimer's hand.

    It was more like a claw. A bloody, ragged claw. Jenny stared, mouth agape. Mortimer's finger bones--the phalanges--were extending out through his fingertips, splitting the skin and coming to five sharp points.

    The old man hissed again, a high-pitched keen, and when he turned his head to look at Jenny, calm, stoic Nurse Winslow shouted, "Sweet Jesus Christ!"

    Mortimer's cheeks exploded like a grenade had gone off inside his mouth, white points bursting through his lips, shearing flesh, digging rents into his face.

    Oh my God. Fangs.

    He's growing fangs.

    His new teeth began to elongate--an inch, two inches, bursting through his bleeding gums in rows that ended in wicked, dagger-like tips. They shredded Mortimer's face into jagged strips, and he began to snap his jaws, chewing through the inside of his mouth, grinding off his cheeks all the way back to his earlobes, making room for his monstrous new dentata.

    Then Mortimer's lower jaw unhinged, thrusting forward and hanging open like some perversion of an angler fish. He stared at Jenny, his eyes wide, pupils dilating beyond anything human, spreading until they eclipsed the whites.

    For the first time in her life, Jenny screamed a scream of abject, primordial terror.

    She jerked back, trying to pull away from Mortimer's grip, but his sharp, bony fingers had embedded themselves into the meat of her hip. She watched her skin stretch through the holes in her clothing--stretch, but not tear--and realized that the bones protruding from Mortimer's finger tips were barbed like fish hooks.

    Then he jerked his hand back, taking Jenny with it, knocking her onto her butt, her face inches from his snapping jaws.

    Mortimer rolled on top of her, like a lover, blood and saliva dripping onto