The ShapeShifters Book Two

Odd Visions

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"What..." James mumbled, pulling his green covers closer to his cold body. Inside his head a migraine raged, refusing to give any respite to James.

"James," Phoebe opened the door, letting a ray of light in. The moment it grazed his eye the pain flared up, making James clutch his head in agony. "I have a way to wake Ollie up."

Phoebe had as much attention he could give her through the affliction that plagued him for cheating death. "Alright," He replied groggily. "I still have to treat Chris and his blindness."

"Chris knows what he is doing, despite the blindness." She came over and sat on the end of the bed, ducking to keep from hitting her head on the top bed. James pushed himself up and feebly pushed his hair back enough to not look as messy.

"He said he couldn't morph... That means he can't escape the blindness."

"Do you really believe he cannot permanently?" Phoebe hushed him as he opened his mouth to reply. "Ah- no. You know as well as I do that this is programmed into us. Unless they figured out a way to remove the gene from us with a spray, it is temporary. I suspect a paralyzer of sorts."

"Chemical?"

"Absolutely. Have you seen what the Star Dust can do?"

"No..." James folded his arms. "I'm a doctor who just does research on morphs."

"Well, I wouldn't put it past the others to mess with it for nefarious purposes. They are one step ahead of us at the moment, we need to figure out how. For now it's going to help Ollie get back to us and tell what happened during his incident." Standing, Phoebe held out her gloved hand for James to take. He took it, only realizing after a moment that he forgot his gloves. 

"My gloves!" James looked at his bare hands, noticing that they had very obvious tan lines. Phoebe frowned as she helped james out of bed before noticing them on the nightstand.

"That might be part of where your pain is coming from." She quickly passed them to James who promptly put them on with a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you didn't randomly turn into a bobcat."

"Mrow!"

Both Phoebe and James looked down to see one of his cats winding its way around his legs letting out loud purring sounds. It gazed up at its owner, silently begging to be held. With a sigh, James scooped up the fluff-ball and held him like he would a newborn baby. "Bubba, I can't pet you for long."

"I still can't believe you named a cat Bubba." Phoebe giggled before exiting the room, James hot on her heels.

"I didn't, Chris did."

"Suuuree." Opening the door to the med room, Phoebe walked quietly to Ollie's side, as to not wake Chris up who was actually sleeping on his own accord, as opposed to being sedated.

"So what are we doing here?" James pulled a large pair of medical gloves on over his normal ones and checked Ollie's levels. After "hmmm"ing about one of the readings and injecting the required substance, James turned back to Phoebe.

"Injecting this into him." Holding out a syringe packed full to the brim with a pulsing pearl liquid, James held his hands up to stop here.

"Has this been tested?"

"Tested on what?" Phoebe held her hands to her hips. "Mice can't shapeshift, otherwise I would run tests. You know just as well as I do the risks we take."

"I- But, on Ollie of all people! We could keep an eye on the vitals..." James looked around feebly.

"Look around you James." Gesturing around the room Phoebe still held the liquid. "Chris is blind right now and out of action, you were nearly killed yourself, Ollie is still unconscious for who knows how long. Who is going to be next? Worse if it's you!" She walked over to Ollie's side but made no move. "We don't have a choice. They move our hand. Ollie has information we need, information that could save lives."