The room was kept cold to prevent bacteria from multiplying. The irony of that was not lost on him. Soon he would be impervious to every bacteria and virus known to man. Well, other than the virus that would be used to end his human life, the one that might very well end his life completely. Fear nearly strangled him, but there were no other options. He could hope they got more nymph blood. If they didn’t get more nymph blood his treatments would end, and he would start to age and die. They’d experimented with that on one man years ago. After stopping his treatments, he’d slowly lost his mind as he aged rapidly. The process had been extremely painful and lasted just over a year. Miles feared suffering for a year more than dying. Perhaps he was a fool for not fearing the eternity of suffering he might endure after death. His mother had believed in God and told him many times that he had to be good or he’d go to Hell. While Miles hadn’t really done a lot of bad things in his life, he’d been witness to many and had never tried to stop others from doing terrible things.
