Sam goes into a seizure state, his body violently jerked on the bed I had him on. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, and his arms flailed around; for lack of a better word. He grunts but doesn't speak. Hershel stands over him on crutches, but directs me with what to do. My hands are shaking, I'm freaking out; he was fine just two moments ago. Why is this happening?
I couldn't help but feel like it might've been my fault. I didn't do anything to him, though, did I?
"Remove anything around him!" Hershel told me firmly, "Don't touch him, You'll make it worse, He needs space."
There's a set of clothes on the bed, but other than that, nothing. I swipe them onto the floor. I don't know who's clothes they were.
"His shirt Destiny," Hershel tells me. I give him a confused look, and he continues, "Unbutton the top buttons of his flannel, he might need more space to breathe."
I reach over Sam's body, I'm on top of him, but I can't help but hold him down slightly when I unbutton his shirt. He jerks upward and my hand slips on the buttons. One of them comes loose, but his head slams into mine. Im sent reeling in a daze, black spots covering my vision.
"Damn," I mutter, holding my head, "That hurt."
I slide off the bed and onto the hard floor. I needed a minute to get back to my senses.
Once my vision cleared, and the room stopped feeling like it was spinning, I heard Hershel gasp. It wasn't like Hershel to be surprised, so I knew something had to have happened.
"Destiny," He says, but it didn't feel like he was really talking to me, "What did you do?"
I grabbed the side of the bed with my hand and stood back up. Rick and Daryl walked in the room right about now, and Rick tilted his head to the side at the sight. Daryl rubbed at his eyes, and then took another look, as though maybe he had seen something wrong. I don't blame him, I would've done it too.
We were all staring at Sam on the bed.
Transformed into a brown wolf.
Sam's wolf body seems to be sleeping. His breathing has normalled out. His clothes were sprawled out around him, but his shirt was still around his neck. I selfishly wish I would've seen him turn.
"How?" Daryl asks the question on all of our minds.
But at the same time, we all have a pretty similar idea why.
It was my blood, at least logical answer I can think of. The tip of his tail is white, the only clue that I was the one who gave him his ability.
The fact messing with my head is; I thought my blood was neutral. I know my blood type is O negative. My mom told me this, I've seen it on my records. I guess I've never seen or heard of my family going to blood drives to donate, but still, it makes me wonder what the hell is going on.
"Destiny," Rick spoke then, "Did you know about this? Did you know this could happen?"
A voice from outside the room, "Know what could happen?" Carl's voice quipped. He pushes through his dad and Daryl and sees Sam on the bed.
"Is that-"
"Sam," I interject, "Yeah."
Sam's wolf eyes open, showing the same blue color that match his human eyes. He looks around at his surroundings and I can see the shock in his expression. It dawns on me that Sam never knew I had this ability to begin with. So he must think he's the chosen one of the apocalypse or something. I wonder if I can telepathically talk to him in my wolf form.
He sits up on the bed, and paws his clothes to cover himself. His shirt is still buttoned onto his chest and his arms awkwardly come out of the human arm holes. I want to laugh, but Sam is new to this, and is probably confused and maybe even frightened.
"Sam," I say cautiously, "Don't freak out right now, I'm going to help you, okay?"
His head dips downward; like a nod.
"Can you give us a minute?" I ask everyone around us, "All you're going to see is two dogs staring at eachother, you won't be able to hear us communicating, because it's like telepathy."
Rick nods, and the others exit through the door.
Carl pokes his head in after the others are gone, "If you need anything, just, bark, okay?"
I nod to him, and he lingers in the door for a moment, giving me a look and then Sam one. He leaves.
Alright, down to business.
I close my eyes, and concentrate on transforming into a white wolf. My limbs shrink and re-form. I grow hair all over my body, and my mouth elongates into a muzzle.
Can you hear me? I look at Sam into his light blue eyes.
What the hell is happening to us? I can hear anxiety in his voice. Do you know?
I figure out how I want to word this.
I need you to calm down, Sam. Everything is fine, I tell him. Okay, the word fine was a stretch.
I am a fucking wolf, and you want me to calm down? What the hell do you expect of me? He glares daggers at me through his icy orbs.
I close my eyes to think.
Explain all of this to me, Sam tells me forcefully, Or I will kill you.
Maybe this was not the time to be sarcastic and antagonizing, but I said, Oh, will you now? Without any answers about what the hell is going on?
Shut up, he growls at me, involuntary, and looks surprised after he does so; the action being so foreign to him.
Sam, I genuinely say, just listen to me. This 'condition' is something that runs in my family. My mom had it, I have it,. My mom's side of the family has it, we all can change into wolves. It's weird, I know. However I didn't know that giving you my blood would make you become like me. It was an accident; hell, I don't even know if it's permanent for you.
So, Sam thinks, you've had this superpower, and no one knows about it? You weren't being tested on by FBI and other government organizations before the outbreak? Were you an escapee from a facility? Since you are a supernatural phenomenon like the biters, does that mean you know anything about them?
I sorted out the questions he asked in my mind. He kept making assumptions, and I needed to set him straight.
No, I am not some experiment from a government facility. Not that I know of, anyway. My family might have originated from one, but I truly have no idea. Why no one knows about me? That's not quite true. This group that I'm with knows about me, obviously. They were some of the nicer people in the world who can accept people who are different-
Different is an understatement for what this is, Sam remarks.
Touche, I agree, I also don't have a clue about the walkers like the rest of us.
Anyway, he swishes his tail, how do I fix this? I'm actually missing being a human, this is too much to take in right now.
Just, Concentrate, you know? It'll come to you, I tell him.
Sam closes his eyes for a few seconds, but nothing happens.
It may take a few tries, I admit, but you'll get it. Also, you transform naked, so be prepared to shove on some clothes. I'll leave and give you privacy while I go and change myself.
I paw my clothes into one pile and grab them in my mouth.
I don't know how I could get used to this, Sam tells me.
Just wait until you run; it's exhilarating. I hop off the bed, and retreat to my own cell, and quickly change back into my human form. I tie my hair up with a hair tie that was in my pocket. I head back to the cell where Sam was in, and am regrettingly greeted with a naked torso.
I blush and quickly spin on my heel and face the other way.
"I see you figured it out," I say, still facing the other direction.
"I caught on quickly," he says, and walks in front of me from behind, "It still doesn't change how weird it is."
I walk with him back to the group in the commons area, where we eat.
Everyone was talking around the tables; I heard my name and Sam's mentioned. In most cases, I would probably want to hang back and figure out what they were talking about behind my back, but Sam ruined that idea when he bust through the doors like he owned the place.
"What's up everybody?"
I brought my hand to my forehead and shook my head in disapproval.
All I could think of was, god dammit Sam.
