I sat back on the hospital bed and rubbed my tired eyes. I had been reading the old tomes that Dr. Grey has brought to me, and I was getting more and more discouraged as time went on. Everything I had read in the books about the transformation process said that the human that was undergoing the process needed to be in perfect health, or they would die. I was obviously pretty far away from perfect health at the moment. I shifted and grimaced at the pain that shot up my leg.
John had taken a break and had leaned his head on his crossed arms on the side of my bed. His forehead was creased in worry, even in his sleep. I rubbed his shoulder softly, and he lifted his head and gave me a tired smile.
"Hey," he yawned. "How are you doing?"
I shrugged sleepily. "I've been better, I guess. These b
