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deemed human," he answers, as if I should know this by now. I just stare at the man, wondering what he means by 'deemed human. '
    "I'm deemed human? I'm not a human. My Guardians are Angels!" I yell at Micha, unable to hold my anger back. I try to get up from the bed, but I'm still locked in place by the stupid metal clasps. The Doms must've known I'd try to attack when I found out I'm apparently human .  
    Micha steps forward instead of backwards, shaking his head from side to side. "I'm so sorry. I thought the doctor spoke with you," he mutters under his breath. "You apparently got a recessive gene from both of your Guardians. It's rather rare." He pauses, collecting his thoughts. "You're human, Annie."
    "No," I whimper, trying to understand how this could be. I try to cover my face with my hands but I fail miserably. As if understanding what I want, Micha drops his brown clipboard on the table beside the bed and steps towards me.  
    I cower away, not wanting him to see me so weak, but he doesn't care. He touches my hand, and the locks break around it. I'm freed at last. I roll over into the fetal position and try to control my breathing and panicking. I try to sink into the lounger and hide, but it refuses to swallow me whole.
    I can't cry here.
    But it happens anyway. I'm sobbing, my body violently shaking with each ragged intake of breath. How is this possible? I was born of two Angels, and I'm a human? This is ridiculous. Surely this is a prank, some sick joke Rem is playing on me to make me stronger.
    Micha's voice is just a whisper to my ears. "I'm so sorry." His hand reaches for me and touches my back ever so slightly. A surge of electricity shocks me from the inside out, but it's relaxing.
    "Stop," I tell him, pulling away from his touch. I don't want to be coddled. I don't want his super awesome powers to deliver relaxation that makes me feel better. I want to hurt and grieve over everything I'm losing. My life as I know it is completely over.
    "I can make it hurt less," he says, reaching under my chin with his soft fingers. He lifts my chin up so we're even, and I stare at him through my tears.  
    "What happens to me now?" I ask him, my voice so small it's barely audible to even my own ears.
    "I'm not sure yet," he tells me, making my tears spill over. He looks down at me with pity, and I don't even have the energy to get upset. I lean forward as Micha cradles my head against his shoulder and lets me cry.

CHAPTER SIX
    The Seven Archers

    Doctors and nurses flutter in and out of my room for the next day or so. To be honest, I've lost track of time, which is a first for me since I'm constantly counting. I don't really care about much anymore. Time doesn't matter, as I have nothing to look forward to, no goal in my life to pursue, no real direction. Since Micha freed me from the bed, they must assume I'm stable, because they don't force me into cuffs again, which I'm thankful for. My ankles and wrists are still chafed from the first time I was locked in place, and sometimes, when I itch the scabs, I bleed.  
    As far as thankful goes, that's all I can muster.  
    I've never been in so much pain in my life. It drives me mad as needle after needle stabs into my arm, back, and stomach. These aren't just the regular needles we're forced to endure once a year. They're twice the size and length and feel as if they go right through me and out the other side each time they're close. Over and over again, they draw blood and then force me to meditate so I can revive my blood since I'm losing more than normal.  
    At first, I tried to object to meditating on command. I refused to meditate and make myself stronger, because it was pointless since they would just take away my strength again. I refused to comply with their obnoxious demands. But after a while, I gave up resisting. They're stronger than me since they're real Angels, and I'm, allegedly, a mere human with human strength and a human body. Plus, they just shoot me up