StormyWolfBowler ~ Since this is the final chapter of this story, I would like to thank all of my supporters. I probably wouldn't have continued if people hadn't asked me questions, or complimented my work. I was hesitant at first and didn't know if my idea was any good. Like I said before, it's been going through my head for months now and I just had to write it or see it on TV. Obviously I can't see it on TV, so I had to write it.

My style of writing requires no rough draft, I just write it as it comes. I tried writing an original story once but I saved it on a disk and then I lost the disk. Looking back on what I can remember of it, I realize that I didn't have a definite plot, nor a full concept of the situations. That's where FanFiction helps. I never got the chance to post it but I'm sure that I would have received pointers on some of the problems I would have.

Before closing, I would just like to say that if any of you readers are worried about posting something because you don't think it's good enough, don't be. If you have a good idea, post what you can and then accept pointers on your writing to improve. Go back and edit some of the spelling errors, improve on some of the dialog, move the plot along, and re-post it. Take a chance and see what happens. In the meantime, Read on! ~

Part 13: The End

The reports did not look good. Eduardo was still in his cat form, and he was making no signs of changing back. All the doctors could do was to set his broken arms and legs in slings, and his tail in a cast. He hadn't woken up yet so they couldn't do much more for him. The doctors were still unsure if they could treat him at all because of his different anatomy. The doctors were afraid about harming the cat part, and the vets were afraid of harming the human part.

It was a mess.

Kylie and Roland paced the hall outside Eduardo's door. Garrett just watched the two of them, wishing he could do the same. It was a drag, not being able to pace back and forth like every one else. It made him look calm when he was really on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He was helpless.

It had been worse in the battle. He had been helpless then too. He had watched while Kylie fought Eduardo and Clyomentra. Then watched as Eduardo battled with himself, trying to regain control. Kylie had opened it up for him when she had ticked off the ghost. Garrett watched as Eduardo took hit after hit and got up and took more.

When the most of the cats finally left, Garrett could have helped but didn't. He was too awe-struck to move. Kylie had gotten her head back on and released the trap. Garrett should have fired at Clyomentra, stopping her blast so Eduardo wasn't as badly hurt. Now, because of Garrett's fascination, Eduardo was at the hands of trained professionals who had no clue of what to do with him.

"Why hasn't he turned back yet?" It was the question on everyone's minds. Usually, once the ghost is captured, the affected change back to how they were, sometimes not remembering the experience at all. Eddie was the first case that the Ghostbusters had that didn't. Why?

"No one knows, Roland. Not even Egon. Maybe we'll find out when Eduardo wakes up." Kylie patted Roland's shoulder and gestured for him to have a seat next to Garrett. He took the opportunity and fell into the chair. Kylie continued to stand, propped up against a wall.

Roland was nearly as disappointed with himself as Garrett was. He should have known what to do when Eduardo was under that spell of Clyomentra's. He should have fired a blast at her, distracting her, taken a chance. But no, he had just sat back and watched as Eduardo got beaten up and blasted the h*** out of him. Watched as Kylie risked her life to save the world.

I should be in there, with the doctors. At least I know a little about the paranormal. Egon and I could fix him up easily. Then he stopped, there was no way that Egon and him knew more about anatomy on people or cats than trained surgeons, and veterinarians. He was just trying to compensate for his helplessness before.

A nurse walked out of Eduardo's door, shaking her head. Roland jumped up, Garrett would have if he could, Kylie practically ran to the nurse, eyes pleading.

The nurse eyed each of them and sighed. "He's still unconscious but you may see him now." She stepped aside leaving the door open for the three teens to run through.

Kylie gasped when she saw him. He looked worse treated than he had before. His right leg was propped up in a sling from the ceiling, his left leg was nearly entirely bandaged, his right arm was bandaged at the elbow and wrist, and his left arm rested across his neck, in a sling hanging around his neck. His head was wrapped up with two holes for his ears, one was torn, and the other still had his earring in it. If there were any other bandages, they were, thankfully, covered by his blanket, Kylie didn't know if she could stand seeing any more damage to her comrade.

Roland knelt by Eduardo's bed, saying a silent prayer for him. He got up quickly and walked out the door to call Egon.

Garrett wheeled himself over and just stared at Eduardo. Well buddy, you really did something there, didn't you? I don't think even I could have done what you did. I mean, other than the jumping thing, of course, even if I were able to do what you did, I probably couldn't have. You know what I mean? What I'm trying to say here is that you're really something my friend. Get well soon, slacker. He smiled and rolled out of the room before his emotions got a hold of him.

Now it was just Kylie and Eduardo. What could she say? Sorry? No, that wouldn't be nearly enough. He had risked his life to save her and now he was like this. Sorry wouldn't cover it.

She pulled up a stool and leaned on the bed, next to him. There was a heart monitor beeping on the other side of the bed, showing a steady beat. She sat there, staring into his furry face, wondering what he was thinking, when his eyes started to squint, like one trying to wake up but not quite able to at first.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, revealing the normal confused and scared look that Eduardo had quite often. Kylie giggled, it made it seem like the normal procedure.

Eduardo's face changed to display pure terror. He tried to back away and then yelped in pain. "Stay away, Clyomentra, or I'll-" he said through gritted teeth.

"Eduardo, it's okay. It's Kylie. Don't worry, we already caught Clyomentra." Kylie tried to calm him down by stroking his hair but it was bandaged up, so she just scratched behind his ear.

Eduardo looked down the bed and examined himself. He chuckled and winced at his ribs. "I guess I should have expected this from what I did earlier." That startled Kylie. Was Eduardo actually sounding intellectual? When Eduardo saw Kylie's expression, he chuckled and winced again, "Don't worry, Kylie. It's the cat talking, I'll return to my normal self…" That stopped him. Why hadn't he changed back yet? If Clyomentra was trapped, shouldn't he be human again?

"Speaking of that, Eduardo, do you know why you haven't turned back yet?" Kylie leaned even closer than before, eager for the answer.

Eduardo thought for a minute and came to the only conclusion that he could think of, "It must be because I accepted her, I shook on it." He sighed, closing his eyes before he continued. "I'm really sorry, Kylie. I wasn't thinking, I should have known not to trust a ghost, but she showed me the right things to get me to agree. She showed us, together and I thought…" He didn't know what he thought. He couldn't just say he was sorry, she had nearly been killed because of him. How could he make it up to her?

"If there's anything I can do for you to make it up, I…" they stopped.

They both laughed, even though it hurt Eduardo to do so, and then Kylie motioned for Eduardo to be quiet. "Eduardo, it's my fault really. I shouldn't have been mad with you for no reason."

"No, Kylie, it's mine. I should have told you guys right away that something was wrong. You'd have thought I'd learned from the Vampire Clowns incident.

"It's really my fault, is there anything I can do?" she asked.

"Well, you could tell me why you hate dogs so much."

That stopped Kylie cold, she hadn't thought he would remember something like that. "Well, I don't really hate dogs, it's just that…it's an old thing that I should put behind me. It's silly really. My parents, they had a dog. I put all my faith in that dog, he was my best friend. I told him all my secrets and I knew he wouldn't talk. Well, one day, he got out and…and he never came back. Like I said, I should forget it but it keeps coming up." She looked away, a tear forming in her eye.

Eduardo, startled by the story, said, "I'm sorry, whole thing's really my fault. I was the one who brought up that argument in the first place."

"No, it was mine. But, just curious, why didn't you tell me in the first place?"

Now it was back to the original subject. "I just…didn't want the jokes from you and Garrett. Now I know I should have taken the jokes instead of putting you and the others in danger. I'm sorry."

"But there shouldn't have been jokes. See? It's my fault. I pressured you into doing this. But, if you still think it's your fault, the way you can make it up to me is to get back to normal." She stood up and started to leave when Eduardo started glowing.

His facial fur was disappearing, leaving his goatee and his ears were slowly moving down the side of his head as they returned to normal size and shape. His eyes were closed in concentration as his feet lost their fur and the pads were absorbed back into the foot. His arms and hands were returning back to normal too, his claws morphing back into normal fingernails. He straitened up a bit as his tail retracted back into his spine.

When he opened his eyes again, Kylie was standing in shock. He looked at himself and started peeling off all of the bandaging, off his arms and legs. When he was done, Kylie was still staring at him. He smiled and jumped up and over to her and gave her a big kiss right on the lips.

She pulled away and slapped him across the face, b**** slap style. "Eduardo! Don't ever try that again!!!!!!!" She had rage in her eyes as she stomped out of the room.

That left Eduardo standing in the middle of the room, a surgical gown the only thing on him. "Well, that didn't improve the situation much." And with that he looked for his clothes, thinking about how he was going to explain his recovery to the doctors.

StormyWolfBowler ~ I hope you have enjoyed my story. Thank you to Eduardo (you'll get her some day [but not in my stories because then I couldn't write any more!]), Kylie (have some fun, girl!), Roland (you'll understand eventually), Garrett (next to Eduardo, you're the man, so don't feel too badly), Janine (sorry for the helplessness in chapter 10; it came to me on the spur of the moment), Egon (sorry about the comment in chapter 11 from Janine, I had to keep you out of the way somehow!), and Slimer (sorry about the neglect and I hope that someone lets you out of the ghost trap). I'd also like to thank Cher, since I was listening to her album "Love Hurts" while writing this chapter. It helps when you're trying to write sad stuff.

I'm thinking about writing another EGB story but I don't know if it'll happen. If it does, think mermaids. TTFN! ROFE (Read On ForEver)!