“Ugh, I think I’m gonna barf!” Gabe stares at the cadaver, trying to hold down his dinner.
“Surely you expected this much if you took an interest in medicine? Or are you just here because daddy forced you to?” Peter addresses the redhead with a judgmental tone.
“I didn’t know it would be like this! I just want to get into sports medicine, and this was the way. Can’t I get a pass on this lab, Professor Krümmel?” He looks at the brunette in a long lab coat.
“Even sports doctors need to know how the inside of a vampire body works to treat it, so no Mr. Griffons, I’m afraid you’ll have to steel yourself for the next week.” She says plainly.
“Oh man, this is going to be rough. Remind me not to eat beforehand next time.” He groans.
“What’s the big deal, Gabe? Is it the sight or the smell that turns your stomach? I’d have thought you’d experienced worse at your weekend parties with the team.” Sienna says with a smug grin.
