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mind.
    She
glanced down at the syringe. Christopher’s blood was thicker than normal, and
if it wasn’t her eyes, which were probably tired from working long hours, she’d
swear it had an almost greenish blue hue to it. Something was wrong with it,
with him. However, she wouldn’t she say anything right now in case she panicked
him. She’d wait to see what the test results detected.
    Charlotte
set the vial down on the countertop, noting Aiden wasn’t taking his eyes off
it. Had he noticed the unusual thickness and color too?
    “I’m
going to give you a shot of Novocain around the wound on your hip before I
suture it. I won’t lie and say it’s not going to hurt, but just try and relax
and focus on something else if you can.”
    Charlotte
filled the syringe and, as gently as she could, injected it in several spots around
the wound. Poor Christopher drew in his breath. His head fell back, and as it
snapped back to face her, she swore his eyes had changed from blue to brown.
She threw the syringe into the medical waste receptor and blinked three times
in quick succession. This had to be fatigue.
    “Hey,
buddy, just hang in there.” Aiden rushed to his brother’s side. The two looked
at one another without saying a word. Nodding and blinking every so often. Were
they communicating with one another without talking?
    Shit, how silly
did that sound?
    “Just
the sutures now and we’re all done. Take some deep breaths,” she said.
    Despite
the Novocain, she guessed he was still feeling the needle make its way in and
out of his skin because he was squeezing his eyes together and groaning.
Stitching up a patient wasn’t something she’d done often but she didn’t think
her sewing skills were that bad. When she closed up
the last section of skin, she noticed the dried blood also had a blue hue to
it. Still she wouldn’t worry about it now. Lab results would confirm or deny
her suspicions that he had something wrong with him. Charlotte wasn’t quite
sure who was more relived, him or her when she set down the needle on the tray.
    “Just
the butterfly dressing on your other wound and you’re done,” she said.
    She
tore open the package, held his penis with one hand and placed the dressing
onto it while wrapping her hands firm around its circumference to make sure it
adhered to his skin.
    “You
have a restroom here?” asked Aiden.
    “Sure,
down the hall on the right,” said Charlotte.
    He
didn’t say another word but just made a mad dash for the door.
    “He
gets a bit nervous about all this type of stuff,” said Christopher. Was he
laughing? Was he making fun that maybe his brother
needed the restroom so he could throw up?
    ****
    Aiden
barely made it to the restroom before his eyes changed color. He bit into his bottom
lip trying to stop the transformation, but it was of no use at this point. When
he looked in the mirror above the sink, he realized how close he’d come to the doctor
seeing his other half. He was highly aroused, and it might be awhile or so
before his body returned to normal.
    Shit.
This wasn’t really his fault. How was he supposed to have known that the
previous doctor had left and been replaced by a woman? Not just any female, but
an attractive one. When he’d stood next to Christopher and seen her handling
his cock like that, he’d just lost it. He’d imagined her doing the very same
thing to him. That’s all it took for the sudden surge in hormones, and hence the
urge to shift.
    Christopher
too had almost given them away when he’d experienced the pain of the needle
piercing his skin, but he’d managed to control it before the doctor got
suspicious.   Keeping things under control
was the key to staying safe, but sometimes it was easier said than done.
    Aiden
slapped his hand on the side of the sink. Keeping things under control… that
was a joke. This time his libido had gotten the better of him.
    He
glanced into the mirror. Damn, his eyes were still black which wasn’t
surprising