Once again, he felt the tired groggy feeling returning and the cotton in the back of his throat was more persistent than it was before. He was conscious again, but refused to open his eyes.
He could make out two voices whispering nearby, one he could make out to be the stammering of Nurse Simms, rapidly talking in hushed worried tones. The other was a male voice, he could make out some words, he was trying to calm down the nurse who had a bad reaction to...
"Where is she" his voice was small and worried, like a little girl that had her candy stolen.
The voices stopped and the curtains parted, stepping through was a somewhat short older man, with wild gray hair and even wilder bushy gray eyebrows that looked like wooly catipillars on his face. He was comical looking, it seemed fitting that his Doctors coat seemed two sizes too big for his frame, a stethoscope hung from his neck in a way that made it seem as he were a child playing dress up.
He was momentarily stunned as a nasty thought entered his mind.
Fear.
Fear, because of what he was at the moment, his form twisted into some sort of bizzare feminine plaything at the whims of some sort of mystical madman. He felt vulnerable and weak. As man, it was rare he felt this way but now he was gripped with a paralyzing terror that he could be taken advantage of at any moment and there would be physically nothing he could do about it, he doubt his new form had any sort of physical strength, and he couldn't fathom how he would coordinate his few remaining limbs into anything that would protect him.
He was at the mercy of complete strangers.
he was interrupted from his thoughts by the doctor waving his hand in front of his face, apprently having frozen in his internal dialogue. His eyes snapped towards the doctor.
"Hello, are you...aware of where you are now?" he asked uncertainly.
"I'm...in the RPC..........I was" he trailed off not sure where he was headed with that last part.
"Dont worry, you seem to be up to date with your surroundings now, I assume Nurse Simms informed you of your situation"
he nods silently
"Before I begin with your, umm...diagnosis so to speak, I want to ask you one question"
He looks at you worringly.
"Please, tell me....What is your name?"
"Jim, Jim Alex Tomes"
The doctor sighed heavily, and shook his head as if he already knew the answer but just didnt want to acknowledge it.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news"
He tuned out the rest as he was described in detail what had happened to his wife.
