thejackonline.org – By Ahron Sherman
You wake up one morning and there’s dried blood on your chin and pillowcase.
As you wonder what happened, you cover your mouth to stifle a cough but your efforts are useless. You pull your hand away and it’s covered in blood. You rush to the local clinic. People in the waiting room exchange hushed whispers and give you dirty looks as you make your way to the receptionist. The receptionist looks up from a magazine and shakes her head: “Our doctors can’t help your kind. Please leave.”