"Nurse," a man's voice said. There was a cough. "Nurse Williams."
Jon turned his head towards the voice. It was Doctor Mitchell. He was looking directly at Jon. But why was he calling him "Nurse Williams"?
"Nurse, are you okay?" the doctor asked.
"What?" Jon asked, suddenly shutting up as soon as he heard his voice. It wasn't his voice. It was the voice belonging to Nurse Williams. What was going on?
"I want you to check on Mr. Everett again."
But I'm Mr. Everett, Jon thought. He looked down at himself and got a shock. He didn't see his body. Instead, he saw the body belonging to Nurse Williams. Was it possible that he was Nurse Williams? Or rather, just occupying her body for the moment? The last thing Jon remembered was falling asleep. And then suddenly, he was here, talking to Doctor Mitchell. Could it be that his consciousness moved from his body into the nurse's body after he fell asleep? Something like an astral projection?
"Doctor Mitchell," another nurse said, running over to him. She seemed a little panicked.
He turned and looked in her direction. "Yes, Nurse? What is it?"
"It's the Everett boy. He's lapsed into another coma."
Doctor Mitchell rushed down the hall along with the nurse and two others, then turned and entered one of the hospital rooms.
"I'm in a coma?" Jon asked aloud.
"Did you say something, Susan?" another nurse asked Jon.
"Huh?" he asked, looking in her direction. "Uh ... no. I ... uh ... I need to use the restroom."
"You don't need permission, Susan. Go if you want," the other nurse said.
Jon stood up from behind the nurse's desk. It felt so weird standing on a woman's feet, especially since she was wearing heels. He tried walking away down the hall, but it was awkward. He kept feeling like he was going to lose his balance. He just hoped no one saw him. They might wonder if something was wrong with him. There was something wrong with him, but he didn't want anyone to know just yet. The last thing he wanted was to be locked up somewhere with a bunch scientists treating him like a lab animal, poking and prodding, and analyzing all of his reactions. No. He was going to figure this out first before telling anyone. Of course, if he could get the wishing stone, maybe he wouldn't have to tell anyone. But in his current state, how could he get to the stone without looking suspicious? It's not like he could just walk into his house and up to his bedroom and grab it. Someone would notice.
Dr. Mitchell sighed. "He was showing so much promise. I just don't understand how he could have lapsed into a coma again." He turned towards one of the nurses. "Keep an eye on him. This may only be a small setback. I'll be in my office going over his vitals."
"Yes, Doctor," the nurse said, nodding.
