The never ending kind

25- I Blame Everything Werewolf

"Well, are you going to go already?"

I opened my eyes, lifting my head and glaring as Reinen, "You try going with an audience holding a bottle to your tender bits and see how easy it is!"

With that, I slammed my head back into the pillow, holding my instrument with my one free hand, the small action embarrassingly tiring. The one thing I will not allow is for his assistance in aiming as well, "Just- don't look. Close your eyes or something."

Reinen let our a breath, averting his eyes, "Okay, they're averted, but if you pee on me..."

Ignoring him, I focused on my bursting bladder, still trying to get it into gear. I knew that once I started, it would all just come out like normal; damn performance anxiety. Stupid immature body. 

What came out several seconds later was a waterfall, "Ah, Reinen, tip it more or we'll both have to clean up a mess."

The urinal could hold a bit more than one thousand milliliters. Thankfully, my bladder wasn't so big that it overflowed, "Stupid IV drip. Stupid body. Stupid DNA."

Reinen left for the lavatory while I shakily tucked myself back in, coming out a minute later with cleaning supplies to wash away the fluid and smallest bits of food I was actually allowed to eat, "Nooooo, my poor little waffle. It didn't deserve this kind of end."

Of course, at this moment, someone decided to slam open the door to the infirmary, "Damn you, Reinen! Is this how you take care of Baby Drey? And I had to hear that his life was once again in danger from random gossip of those stupid Barbies that are read in all those cliche' werewolf books!"

Who came in, their voice sounded like Razel... But, "Who are you and how much of Razel's body did you eat?"

Both looked at me with varying looks of horrifying yet amused expressions. Reinen then took the torch, "This is Razel when he decides to be more 'normal'."

I looked at Razel carefully. He still had long hair, but it was tied up in a more masculine ponytail at the base of his head. Without all the work done on his hair that he usually waved and had used to soften his face, it now had more refined and handsome defined features. The makeup now gone, his eyes were more slender, the lashes naturally thick and not looking so superficial along with eyeshadow. Without the makeup, his eyes now had a sharper, more vibrant distinction, rather than a softer, larger, more cutesy look. I definitely preferred this Razel. 

His body, though now shorter without the heels, still had a nice body line, the simple male clothes more naturally lengthening his figure and portraying rather than flaunting. Also, it was nice not to see him with false boobs. When I found out she was a 'he', that was what always gave me the heebie jeebies that most, "I like this Razel look."

Razel instantly pouted, crossing his arms across his now-flat chest, quickly being distracted once more by Reinen's act of cleaning my mouth-mess, "Is that what I think it is?"

"If you're thinking it's anything other than vomit, you'd be wrong," Reinen muttered just loud enough for us to hear. 

You could now tell the two were twins, though not quite identical. One of the main differences were their hair and voices. If those two were changed, I was sure that the difficulty rating would have risen exponentially. If they copied each other's expressions, the difficulty rating would have reached god-like levels. But at this point, they were inherently different people. 

Razel came to stand on the other side of my bed. The clean side, pulling up a nearby chair and getting himself more comfortable, "So, what did the doctor say about what's wrong with you? What's the drip for? Can I get you anything?"

"I blame everything werewolf."

"Lycan is the correct term we generally use. We use the word werewolf with people still getting used to being unexpectedly turned."

"Okay, I blame everything on being forced to become a Lycan then."

Razel and Reinen both sighed, Reinen packing up the supplies and heading for the lavatory once more. 

"Oh look, the floor's clean," I commented, trying to change the subject, "Hopefully it'll stay that way."

"Don't even think about ruining my clean floor again," Reinen came out, having obviously washed all the way up to his elbows. "That was worse than getting baby-vomited on."

"I once watched a funniest home video of a baby spitting up a large amount right into someone's open mouth from being moved up in the air."

Both red heads looked at me with varying degrees of disgust before they shivered at the inhibited mental picture, "Please Drey, no more."

Razel nodded in agreement to Reinen's plea before changing the subject, "Is it safe to eat stuff by mouth, or are you only allowed an IV drip still? Also, I still haven't been told what happened, now that I think of it."

"Mind is adult, body is child, system is baby," I tiredly huffed. "Pretty much I was told that my body was being starved since it needed a lot of food like a baby, which it wasn't getting."

"So, is that also why you've been so- what word, what word," Razel tapped his still-pink painted but clawless finger to his soft lips. "lethargic and weak?"

"My guess?" I rhetorically asked, closing my eyes. "Yes."

"Where's the doc. She has some 'splaining to do," I heard Razel stand and walk off, the sound of knocking reaching my ears before a door opened. "Hey doc."

There was silence for a few moments, then, "Wow, you look... Different... From your usual self, Razel. What, you still stuck on the idea of creating an 'omegaverse' and still trying to convert me into the evil mad scientist which will help you reach your dreams?"

"No!" Razel falsely scoffed before quieting his voice. "We'll talk more about that matter later."

"What can Baby Drey safely eat right now?"

"Funny you should call him that," I feared what the evil mad scientist would say next. "His system is of a baby, so the foods he needs to consume is similar to that."

"Yesssss-"

"Of course," She cut in, "unlike a baby, he can eat solid foods. They just need to be high in fiber, protein, fat, vitamins and minerals. Here's a picture of a food plate."

"But, as a Lycan child- no, infant- he'll need to consume food fairly often. With the IV that I'll have him on until his body is a bit more stable, he should probably eat at least every four hours. He should also get a lot of rest, which I'll assist with for the first couple of days, as it'll make it easier for his body to heal and start regulating itself better.

I ask for your assistance in delivering this documentation to Alpha Darien."

I frowned at the mention of his name. I hadn't realized that my eyes were closed, but they were too heavy to open now...