"What happened?" Beast looked at him.
"He woke up, there's something wrong with his eyes and he pissed all over the bed!" Alex told him, "And now the bed is going to stink!"
"Hank!" Logan looked at him, "Explain to me what's wrong with Remy!"
"Did he just wake up and wet the bed?"
"...Yes..." he stared.
"Are his eyes blank?"
Logan just stared at him.
"I don't know what's wrong with them," he said, "Maybe it has something to do with those devices?"
"So what the h3ll am I supposed to do!" he glared.
"Personally I wouldn't leave him alone too long," he said, "But I do think this may be from the lowered brain activity. Bring them in here and we'll see. Just make sure they don't urinate on my floor."
Alex groaned and went to make sure his brother was still in bed. Logan growled and went to get Remy.
Remy was still in bed, crying. He thought Logan left him now. He looked around and tried to think of what to do.
"Remy, be quiet," Logan walked in, "Why are you crying?"
He sobbed, "Ma...mee...lef!" he cried
He covered his ears. Why did Remy have to call him 'mom'? Why couldn't he call him 'dad' or 'Logan' like other teenage boys?
"I'm back," he assured him, "And you need to see Hank. Take off your clothes and change," Remy just looked at him still sobbing, "Why are you looking at me? Get up and change."
He just began to cry again. Logan sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the bed and pulling him to the bathroom. He ran some water and went to take the sheets and covers off the bed.
"Mommy!" Remy cried.
"What! I'm right in here," he carefully peeled the fabric off the bed. Good thing the plastic was still on the mattress.
"Don't leave!" he cried.
He sighed. This was going to be a long day.
After almost an hour all three of the teens were brought to Hank's office. He looked at them and noticed Alex's face.
"You're not sick too, are you?" he asked.
"I just had to touch my brother's body, I'm very sick."
He rolled his eyes and ran some quick test, "I think I may have found the problem."