Absent-mindedly Transformed 2

Flickering his eyes weakly yet repeatedly, he finally snapped them open. At first, a sudden pang of tiredness invaded his system, but soon wore off rather quickly. 

The only sounds he could decipher were the beeping monitor and the slowly dropping pellets of the blood bag which is attached to his wrist via the use of a tube. Moments passed with Jinx ogling blankly at the ceiling, with literally no thoughts going through his head. 

He has absolutely no recollection of whatever occurred recently or why he's even laying on the hospital bed. Gently yet slowly, he arose from the bed without feeling even the slightest of pain. While he sat upright with his eyes lazily roaming around the room, the door got pushed open, and Lionel stepped in. He couldn't stop himself from smiling broadly, seeing Jinx conscious. 

“Mr. Armstrong. I'm so glad that you're awake!” Lionel beamed, as he advanced. Sluggishly, Jinx gazed at him—he furrowed his eyebrows silently yet doubtfully, since he's never seen this man before in his entire life. “Who…are you?” came a mumble from Jinx. 

“I'm doctor Lionel. I've been looking after you with the nurses since your terrible accident and transplant” he introduced himself, but his elaboration only got Jinx perplexed. 

He froze and tried to gather back the shattered memories. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and a low gasp elicited from his lips—the date with Marie, her revealing herself as the binge werewolf, and the accident; it all came flooding rapidly in. 

Jinx winced, perhaps the sudden rush of memories were too much for him to handle. Lionel moved closer and attempted to examine him, then again Jinx halted him with the rays of a palm. 

“Don't. I'm…. Fine. Just tell me everything that happened. I'm disorganized right now” he whispered steadily. Lionel understood instantly. 

Afterward, he narrated literally everything that's occurred over the past month. “You see, you were in a state of comatose for almost a month. Your friend Mr. Christen visited constantly and even slept alongside you. He did not leave quite long ago with the notion he went to prepare dinner”.

“I'm not interested in all that!” Jinx's unexpected growl got Lionel dumbfounded. “I want to know how I'm all healed up, doc!” he added aggressively. Lionel couldn't stop himself from grinning briefly—it appears his patient is rather smarter than expected.

For some seconds, Lionel persisted his gaze on Jinx, who's also staring at him intently. 

“Mr. Armstrong, isn't it natural for humans to heal after recuperation?” He asked tactfully. “Don't give me that fucking bullshit. The human cells aren't that great, y'know? Okay, let's put aside the kidney transplant. What about my eye? It was fucking clawed! How the hell do you explain this?” he bellowed as he pointed his index finger at his left eye. That's all healed up—it's perfectly fine. Before Lionel could respond, their discussion came to a halt as Leo waltzed in. 

His eyes enlarged with excitement once he saw Jinx conscious and even speaking. “My bastard!!” he squealed enthusiastically as he rushed at Jinx. Before he hurled himself at Jinx, Lionel whispered. 

“Be careful. He's still feeble”.

“Fuck, I've missed you so much, Jinx. You don't know how terrible these few weeks were without you; I was left without a brawl partner!” Leo cried dramatically with his arms wrapped around Jinx's waist. “Don't hug me too tightly you asshole” Jinx muttered between gritted teeth. 

Yet, Leo paid less attention to him, instead basking in the pool of gladness that his friend is hale and hearty. 

*************

The next day, Jinx was discharged—he refused to spend another minute in the hospital since he felt oddly uncomfortable—especially because of Lionel. He's certain there's something unusual about that man. Of course, Leonard was right by his side even throughout the whole day. 

Presently, they were in his apartment, and shockingly it's neat and well-kept. 

“Impressed?” Leonard snickered arrogantly from behind. “You did all these?” Jinx said inquiringly. 

“Isn't it obvious? Who the fuck did you think would? Marie?” he scrawled, making Jinx wonder about her. Before he blacked out, he saw her die, but what if she survived—won't that mean his tormentor might come back for him?; that thought alone sent shivers down his spine. 

“Don't sweat it, dude. She's dead” Leonard said as if reading Jinx's thoughts. Yet, Jinx remained mute and settled on the sofa. “She's dead?”

“Her skull cracked very badly, and she died before being taken to the hospital. Furthermore, you should be a bit thankful to that fucking bitch”

“Thankful? Why ?”

“Weren't you informed? Marie's kidney is in you, she's basically and unfortunately a part of you” Leonard explained basically. While he went to the kitchen to prepare something, Jinx began trembling in fear. 

Marie's kidney is in him? Like…. she's in a way a part of him! “Oh fucking Lord!” Jinx buried his face in his sweaty palms. His heart began thundering violently in his chest the more he considered his circumstance. 

“She was a werewolf? Am I now a..... no.”