She pushed as many drugs into him as possible to stop the seizures, but none had any effect. Will would seize at least twice an hour, but she did take note that they were slowing down and becoming further apart. She had yet to leave his side, but she really needed to go back to her lab and recheck the results she had gotten earlier and check new results from the blood she had drawn an hour earlier. Her old friend had been kind enough to run the tests and the results should have been fifteen minutes before. But she was very reluctant to leave his side.
Eventually, Helen could put it off no longer. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips before taking her leave. She was very careful to watch the monitor in her lab that was just off the infirmary. Looking at the results she could see that the virus was slowing to a halt and was hardly replicating in his system anymore. That should mean that the transformation was almost complete. She sighed heavily. She had been able to alter the virus after she'd gotten it, to slow to it down in case there was any way to reverse the effects, but unfortunately she hadn't had the time to look for a solution to that.
She slammed her fist down suddenly onto the metal counter. What had possessed him to do this? Didn't he know about the risks? That it could kill him? The man could be so selfish sometimes, so inconsiderate of the consequences and what it might mean for everyone else. She glanced back at the monitor and saw he was seizing again, but her old friend was in there making sure there he didn't injure himself. There was little in way of what she could do at this point. None of the medications seemed to have any effect on him, his body chemistry was completely different and whatever it was he was turning into had yet to make a reappearance since its little stint in the bath. Which she still wasn't entirely convinced about.
She had acted highly unprofessional, especially after she had decided to not act on any of the feelings she had. He deserved more than she could give and that was that, but she couldn't help herself in those moments. It was as if not only he had lost control, but she had as well. Her fingers glided over her lips and she could still feel them tingling from his fiery touch. A horny toad; her lips quirked at the idea, he was certainly not turning into a toad, however horny he was. No, he was turning into something much more akin to a salamander or a snake and it seemed that it would not be a complete change. He would retain his human form and this new form and be able to switch back and forth. She really needed to draw blood from his other form and compare the differences between the two.
The intercom buzzed lightly and she flipped it on to see a small hologram of her old friend. "Magnus," his voice was gruff. "His temperature is rising."
"I'll be right there." She was quick and rapid in her movements, getting to the room just as he transformed into whatever it was he was. She still had yet to pin down the species, though she was sure it was somewhere in the Praxian database she had accumulated over the years. She sat down next to the man on the bed, her hand covering his cheek. He looked so much like her Will; his face was the same shape, but it was covered with smooth red and black scales. His eyes were completely black this time and the electric fire was swirling like mad.
"Helen." His lips were on hers in an instant. She pulled back suddenly shoving him into the bed.
"Stop it, Will." Her voice was firm and demanding. His head cocked to the side and he regarded her quietly. "I need to draw your blood." He held out his arm and Biggie drew the blood while she watched over him. Her fingers reached out and grasped his bare forearm, his skin was slimy and soft; their eyes locked and it wasn't until her old friend cleared his throat that she looked away. "Thank you; will you start those for me?" The sasquatch grunted and left, making sure to fully take in the human's transformed form. "I'll know more after these tests, but if my assumptions are right the virus has completed its course."
He nodded and cupped her cheek. Helen leaned into it and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry." His voice was slightly slurred; he was having problems speaking because of the split in his tongue.
"Why, Will? Why did you take it?" He gave her a curious look and leaned forward to touch his webbed hand to her temple. The fire ripped through her head and she cried out in pain before it subsided to a gentle warmth. Her old friend was standing behind her, clasping her shoulders until she could sit up straight. "It's alright, I'm alright." She said to the sasquatch who reluctantly let her go. She stared at Will, "What did you do?" She felt the elation bubbling up from her gut and his eyes went wild with sparks. "Will?"
She felt the turmoil then, the push and pull that she had forced him into. The scene flashed through her brain of her lips gently on his in the doorway. His confusion and anger at her audacity raged through her. His willingness to do anything she asked of him came next, the feeling that he wanted to follow her to know her completely. She saw his hesitation, felt it churning in his stomach when they were standing in front of that window, when she had told him she was proud of him. She felt him not know what to say to her when she leaned over and pressed her lips to his cheek in that cave. He'd wanted to so much to turn into her, to kiss her fully but he refused to move, thinking he had messed things up too much. He had accused her of so many things, so many terrible things how could she want him?
A tear trailed down her cheek and their eyes were still locked and his hand was on her neck. Then she saw the kiss on his lips in the doorway once again. She saw her own eyes reflected back to her, the deep oceans of guarded feelings and his sudden anger and hatred towards her. She saw him blindly stumbling around, his anger taking over, the needle as it breached his skin and the blue water disappeared. She felt his thought that finally, finally she would see him because he was what she wanted to see.
"You did this for me?" Her voice broke the deep quiet that had settled over them. "You thought that this was what I wanted? Will," she breathed, her eyes swimming as she looked at him softy, "I would never want you to change."
The utter devastation coming from him raged through her and it damn near broke her heart. He shook his head when she tried to console him, he would have none of it and shoved her hands away from him. She fought him on it and eventually won, cupping his cheeks and bringing her face close to his. "Will, you didn't have to do this for me. You didn't have to, but I'm not going to change just because you have. You are still the man I know, you are still inside there." He nodded and she pressed her lips to his gently. He responded in kind and slowly morphed back into his old self: blue eyes, one tongue, soft and pale skin. Helen grinned against him, "See I knew you were still in there." She traced his lips with her tongue and pressed down closer into his body. Then she pulled back suddenly, her eyes glaring. "Don't ever do that to me again, William. Do you understand?"
He nodded quietly and she could still feel his emotions in her chest. He was a small bit frightened, a little bit turned on and a lot bit completely happy. Her features softened and she kissed him lightly. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I didn't mean to do anything so stupid."
"Yes, well, that's in the past. We need to learn how to deal with this new side of you." He nodded in agreement and fiddled his thumb. "Well you need to learn how to control certain things."
He changed then and she felt the fire inside of her lash through her body. She gasped when he was on her, his lips connecting with hers. Helen was pressed into the mattress and Will was on top of her, his body heating hers rapidly until her skin was tinged pink. His tongue was dueling with hers and his palms trailed down her body and the heat followed his fingers like iron to a magnet. She arched into him and slid her own hands up into his hair holding him firmly. She loved the weight of him on top of her.
There were waves of dizziness floating around in her brain and she was having difficulty keeping ahead of him and what was going on. He had her blouse unbuttoned and his hand up her skirt before she had the forethought to make him stop. She started to struggle against him, her hands pushing and pulling at his and her body writhing under him.
She was breathing heavily when the words finally passed her lips, "Will, stop." He pulled back immediately and transformed into his human self. "We can't do this." He looked so disappointed and she could feel the heavy weight of failure and embarrassment settle in from him. She cupped his cheek and started to dislodge his IV from his arm. She ignored his questioning look and instead stood dragging him with her by his hand leaving the infirmary far behind.