The Unseen

Chapter 4

Sarah and Dylan awoke simultaneously to the smell of antibiotics. Ema squeeled happily, and grabbed one with each arm.

"Oh, thank God!" she sobbed loudly, "Don't ever do that again!" The other two laughed, and soon Ema was laughing with them. The nurses, thanking God that whatever happened had ended, left the room.

"Ema..." Dylan asked, feeling rather uncomfortable, "How did you rip your shorts?"

"Um..." Ema replied, biting her lower lip and looking at her shorts, "They might've been a wee bit small."

"Jeez, Ema," Dylan chuckled, poking Ema's gut as Indy walked in, "You might wanna cut off the cookies!" Ema let out a squeek, slapping away Dylans hand.

"I wondered who would be the first to notice," Indy grinned, glancing at Ema's shorts, "You might want to stick to something a little more loose, Ema." She grinned nervously at Indy, turning beet red.

"What happened?" Sarah asked Indy, "Do you know what he did to us?" Indy looked about anxiously, "That is what we don't understand."

"How?" Dylan asked, jolting to a sitting position, "I thought this school has had every known human mutation come through at some point or other!" She paused, putting together the peices in her mind.

"He's not human?"

"No."

"His friend?"

"Slightly." The pair looked fearfully about as a man with close-cropped hair entered the room.

"Greetings," he said, "I'm Charles Nolman. I assume these two on the beds are the affected children?" Sarah and Dylan nodded hastily.

"We're not going to die, are we?"

"I don't know."

"Are we going to be mind-controlled?"

"I don't know."

"Killed?"

"You just asked if you were going to die."

"Dying and being killed are two very different things!" Sarah exclaimed in a panicky manner.

"I'm glad you understand vocabulary, but I know nothing of your current condition. I'm sending you two to be looked at." He turned to Indy, "And you are going with Julia to track these two down this weekend. I want to leave time for them to leave another mess to follow."

"Yes sir."

"What about me?" Ema asked hopefully. Norman examined her and sighed.

"Just do what Dylan said," he sighed, "I'm sorry, but your assisstance is currently not needed."

"But-"

"But nothing, Ema. Your emotions are too high for this right now. Good day." Norman left just as quickly as he appeared, and the others followed. Ema was alone, unneeded, unhelpful.

She wept bitterly.