I'm going through a hard time so sorry about the long lapses between chapters. This chapter isn't beta read so all mistakes are my own and the entire chapter is in Lauren POV enjoy...

I opened my heavy lids taking in the blurry surroundings with caution. Where am I? And how had I gotten here? I felt a hand cover mind and within seconds I felt safe. As my surroundings came into focus I felt numb and a vague sense of tiredness. Then I felt it, the source of the numb pain, the IV needle puncturing my arm and the narcotics flowing within me.

When my newly focused on the ones who belonged to the strangely sweaty hand covering mine I locked eyes with a hysterical Bo. She looked up at the ceiling and mumbled something about loosing me. She looked down at me and smiled a loose sloppy smile as the final tears streamed from her eyes "Hi". I smiled faintly and recited her words back to her, my throat feeling slightly dry.

She offered to get me water and helped me get it down successfully. She had told me how I had gotten into the hospital, how it had to do with a book and Kate and cars. I didn't have any recollection of that night or time for that matter. She looked me in the eyes silently like she was trying to tell me something but before she could get it out her mouth the phone rang.

She spoke in a hushed tone sounding anxious and angry but u couldn't make out any words. My head was still spinning from the bomb that had just been dropped on me. I may loose my ability to walk, I had been in a coma for god knows when and apparently Kate's in deep shit and has dragged everyone into it.

Bo kissed me on the forehead once more before she disappeared out the door with urgency. I sighed when did my life become a soap opera. I sunk into my bed and tried with all my willpower to wiggle my toes but after what seemed like years of straining myself I accepted it and called for a nurse. I was starved, physical battered and emotion overloaded. I needed to do something I'm a doctor and you know what they say, doctors don't make good patients.

When the nurse finally arrived with my food tray we discussed physical therapy schedules and agreed to start tomorrow.

It had been a week of isolation and pushing myself to the brink of insanity and pain, but I had showed all the signs of improvement. I had been able to wiggle my feet and toes which was a great sign. I should know I'm a doctor. Yet I still felt, in a way, wounded. The entire nurse staff was happy to see me to regain partial movement in my legs and cheered me on everytime I went for my laps.

As I lay in my hospital bed for the last night ready to sleep the door creaked open. I stayed on my side thinking it was an orderly coming to change something when I heard a familiar voice say "I'm sorry" then kiss my forehead. They continued saying "I never meant for this to happen to you. But this might be the last time you see me and I wanted you to know I love you". She brushed away a strand of hair that hair strayed into my face making me smile then she said sorry again. I reassured her it wasn't her fault downing as my throat became suddenly dry. She got me water continuing to take blame and I smiled reminiscing about the time I had hospitalized her and offered to call it even.

Confused she asked "Even?"I explained "Yeah even. Remember when I was new to the fae and you offered to help me with one of my first crazy experiments" I laughed along with her. She finished for me "And I got really sick and hurled so much you thought I might die. You cried for hours that day and thought you had killed me it was so adorable and that's when we became friends" I smiled at her.

We had stayed smiling at each other for a lengthy time before she looked away and sighed "I have to go" she avoided eye contact with me before her eyes settled on me "just whatever happens know I'm sorry" then she left before the tears could pool from her eyes. The next day after my physical training I prepared to be discharged.

"Its amazing , a week ago we would've given up hope and now you're an olympic running champion" Dr. Ken said sitting me down in my wheelchair. "Its just a few steps nothing special" I adjusted myself in the chair getting comfortable. "Steps more like miles and you are special the very first person I've ever seen recover from temporary paralysis so quickly". He grabbed my chart the nurses put on the front desk ready to fully release me.

He looked over it once more then decided not to discharge me. "I'm sorry Ms. Lewis but we got the results of your blood work we took and your cell count was abnormally high almost inhumanly high". This threw me for a loop- inhumane. I took a look at my charts and my biochemical structure had morphed completely. It had become almost exactly like Bo's which is why it probably why I had recovered so quickly.

After several minutes of convincing him to discharge, telling him the machine was most likely broken because I'm 100% human, he agreed only of he was allowed to make house calls. On the taxi ride back to my house I felt anxious as Dr. Kens words replayed in my head 'almost inhumanly high'.

When the elevator door opened I rushed into my condo which felt so foreign to me. Still, I got right to work extracting blood and getting out my petri dishes and preparing my microscope. I compared it to a sample of Bo's DNA that had not been to degraded and saw a 82% similarity. This was for sure strange and defiantly wasn't good a human can't undergo such intense chemical changes this late in life it could be terminal. I sighed I had no idea how long this had been going on or how to reverse it. I had no idea how much time I had before I would start to show symptoms what I did know was that there was work to do and minimal time for mistakes.