Greyson rushed into his house and went straight to the infirmary, Indianna's weight in his arms not slowing him down one bit. "Doc!" Greyson yelled, kicking the door open with his boot. "Doc, where the hell are you?" He laid Indianna on the hospital bed and turned just as a middle-aged man with greying hair entered the room.
"Oh my—"
Doc looked at Indianna, who was shaking violently, and Greyson clenched his fists. "Don't just f*****g stare at her, Doc! Help her!" he growled. Doc nodded, hurrying to Indianna's side.
"She's... she's starting the process. I wasn't aware we had any shifts happening soon."
Indianna screamed in pain as her stomach felt like it was being ripped apart by knives. She wasn't unconscious, but she wasn't in control of her body. She could feel herself shaking, but
