Powers, Problems, And A Solution!
Woken up two hours later, as his papa was moaning in his sleep, Sydney was quite disturbed. For one, he was soaked with sweat, all over, both from him sweating, and from his papa also, who was drenched with it! For a moment, he had thought that one or both of them had wet the bed. But Morph was even more disturbed hearing his papa moaning like that, as if he was in pain, adding to the all-around disturbed feeling he already had! "Papa, ugh, huh," feeling his papa's forehead, he was burning up! "Ohh, papa; papa you're burning up." On his chair was his X-Man Uniform, and he clicked the communicator on his belt. "Beast, it's Morph, get up to my room, right now, with your medical stuff. Something is wrong with my papa; he's burning up, and sweating like crazy! Get up here right now!"
"I'll be there right away!"
Still moaning in a deep sleep Morph woke him up slowly until he finally awoke. "Papa, come on, wake up, you have to wake up, come on, daddy, paparino; get up, wake up."
Rolling over, he felt nauseated for some reason. For a few moments, he figured it would be best just to lie there and not move; until he felt it coming! Then he bolted up and ran out of the room and across the hallway into the washroom, and puked in the toilet! Panting and nauseated still, wondering and worried if it was going to happen again, as he looked in the toilet at what he did. "Blood, ohh, no," getting sick again, a bit more blood came up with it!
"Papa, ohh, geez, what…" Spotting the red in the toilet saw it wasn't cranberries it was blood! "You puked up blood?!" He nodded yes. "Oh no, oh what's wrong with you?! You shouldn't be puking, let alone be puking up blood with it!"
"I don't know, oh ow, but it hurts, ohh." Groaning, and not wanting to move around that much, because every jerky movement he made, would make the pain he was feeling that much worse. Despite what Sydney thought of him trying to do it, Edward wanted nothing more but to just lie down on the bathroom floor and not move, but still, Sydney didn't let him. The only thing he made him do was to sit on the edge of the bathtub and wait for Hank to get up here to look at him.
"Don't move, sit, just don't move, sit." Holding his papa down and still, Morph then with his powers stretched his head and neck out the door to look for Hank, as he heard run thumping up the staircase and it getting closer. "In here, Beast! Something's wrong with him, he threw up blood!"
"Oh dear, that he did," having a look in the toilet. Without a word more about it, it was flushed down, and Hank washed-up his hands in the sink and put a thermometer into Edward's mouth, and he started to check his pulse rate; that by now; was racing! "Well, you are very hot to the touch, but then again, a fever could be a very good thing to have, it may very well help you to rid your body of whatever is ailing you. Edward, please, sit still; I can't check your pulse rate correctly if you won't sit still so I can do that." Edward ignored Hank, and continued to squirm and move a bit, uncomfortable, for good reason, mixed with an increasing pain in his belly as it really started to worsen!
With that one look, Sydney knew what the problem was. "Uh, maybe if you're going to take a urine sample, maybe now would be the best time to do that, before it's soaked into his pants, he's about to burst."
"Is that why you're so squirmy," he asked taking the thermometer out of his mouth and checking it.
"That and I'm half out of it, I'm so hot. I feel like…I'm going to…pass…out. Ohh but it hurts too much, to pass out, oh, every time I move…it hurts."
"Okay, well here, uh…" finding a specimen cup, he gave it to Edward, "from the middle. Then take him to your room, and put him on your bed. I don't think he's going to manage to stay with it too much longer. If he's going to pass out it might as well be in your room and on your bed."
Sydney nodded and helped his papa up, who yelped in pain, as he was pulled up. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
"No, ow, it's my stomach, I said, every time I move now, it hurts." Hand on the counter by the toilet, the specimen cup was opened by Sydney while Edward managed to unzip his damp pants from sweating. "I'm already wet, I think I peed myself a bit," Edward moans, out of it, and staggering, in an effort to put the toilet seat up, without hurting himself in the process.
"I think it's just sweat. Uh, maybe sit and do this," putting the seat down for him and helping him sit, it was obvious he wasn't going to be able to manage to do what he needed to do, without a big mess with it.
Waiting a bit they came out, Edward, carried out by Sydney, to his bed. "I think I have a guess what might be the problem. Help me get his pants off." As soon as his pants were down and off, Hank started gently pushing around his bellybutton, and then over between his right hip bone, and out to the middle, from his bellybutton, known as the Mc Burney's point, to check for an acute pain, of which he had a great suspicion of, of what the problem was.
"Aaah, ow, aahaa, gee, ow, ohh!"
"Now, does this feel worse, when I remove my hand?"
"Ahhahh, ow, ohh ahhahh, YES!" screaming twice as loudly from the removal of Hank's hand.
"I thought as much, well, it's most likely appendicitis. Do you have a history of that in your family, by any chance?"
"What, appendicitis, I thought only kids got that. Uhh, yeah, ow, unh, two of my cousins, ohh had it when they were much younger."
"Well, then you're at an increased risk of getting that then if it's in your family. As for the age thing, it can happen at any age young or old; though true, it is more conmen in children in the winter months, and young adults. Well, I will quickly analyze that urine sample as well as a blood sample; just to be sure, that's what it is. But regardless, go call the hospital, and tell them you're coming," Hanks says as he swabs an area with an alcohol rub. Getting out a needle to draw a small blood sample, Sydney screamed out loudly and ran out the door!
"What's wrong with him?"
"A rational fear of needles, brought on by his experience with Sinister, compiled with your immediate situation here."
"Is it over yet," he calls 30 seconds later.
"I'm almost done. Okay, you can come back in now."
"Uhh, c-can have a cool bath, I'm so hot, I uh I c-can hardly think straight."
"Yes, most doctors won't dare to operate on a patient, with a high fever, especially one this high. Straight cold, Sydney, he has to cool right down," he nodded and went to fill the tub. Coming back, he helped his papa who was now just in his underwear, to carry him to the tub and put him right in there, underpants on and all. "I'm not taking those off, so just deal with it. You can put some dry ones on after you get out of here. Beast, so why can't you operate on him here? I'm sure we have the equipment here to do it, right?"
"It's not that, I haven't had any experience in doing an appendectomy, or at least not a real one. I've only watched one being done and did a virtual one. So I am certainly not qualified nor do I feel confident in doing this operation, otherwise I would gladly do it," he says as he takes the urine sample left for him on the counter, about to leave with it. "Besides, it might be they could just treat it with antibiotics, depending, on how serious it is. So I'm not the best one to diagnose what should be done, an operation or just antibiotics," he said now leaving the room.
"Oh boy," splashing cold water on his papa, while Hank left to check those two samples. "I'll call the hospital in a little bit, I'm not leaving you in the tub for a second you're so out of it, you could pass out in here and drowned, just like you nearly did in the pool earlier. Oh man, it's no wonder why that happened."
"I know, but it sure was funny when you lost your shorts on the high dive."
"Oh don't remind me. Feeling cooler yet?"
"I'm not shivering yet, guess not." Cupping his hands, he took some water from the tap and rinsed out his mouth and swallowed it; taking a few more drinks after that, so thirsty from sweating out so much water and vomiting, he was getting dehydrated.
"It was probably a good thing that you threw-up, so now you should have an empty stomach, so that's a good thing to have right before the operation. Thirsty, you should be from all that sweating you did." Nodding he sighed and laid his head back, moaning in a deep throbbing pain as his stomach ached from the appendicitis. "Is it getting worse the pain?"
"Yes, it feels like I'm gonna give birth in here!" Splashed with cold water, he didn't seem to get any cooler, even after sitting in there as the tub was still filling up.
"You still feel hot. How can that be? You should be getting cooler not hotter."
"I don't know, but, aahh, ow, oh God, ow, I have to get to the hospital, before ow they burst on me, ahh ow, ohh…" Fear and very deep panic set in, and with it, a terrible consequence, of him losing his life, if they did rupture, doubled the fear he already had, then it very, very quickly tripled it! Now he realized that this would be it, he wouldn't see Sydney again, until he died and went to Heaven, again. Because that's what it felt like, he was about to die. Then it quadrupled that horrible feeling inside, of Sydney then being all alone with no family, and in worse shape, than he was in when he thought he lost his son and all the close family he had, and right after he had promised to Sydney that he would be here for a very long time! "Oh no, ow, aahaa, oooh, aahh, ohh, Sydney, ohh no, no, no, ohh ahhahh ow, unh ahhhhh, please God no, don't let it be, don't let it happen!"
"Beep, beep, beep, identifying analyzing processing…"
"Sydney…" Eyes locking on each other, their minds, connected briefly, in that very moment, they knew what the other one was thinking. Please don't let me die; I have a promise to keep. I won't let you die; God won't let you die. His father for the first time in his sheltered life, finally unexposed to secondhand smoke, since his teen years. For over 3 weeks now, on his vacation pay; and cleaned up from it long enough, to be flushed of it from his system in that time. Coupled also with a major surging overdose of testosterone, and a major shot of adrenalin to his excited and elated reunion joy, and now stressed out in deep fear induced situation, to his system, did it. In an odd sense, his body was fixing up a problem he had long ago, had forced him to go through a very short puberty, as his body was now flooded and cascaded with all of those hormones. To finally have an experience that he should have gone through during his real teenage year's puberty. Edward's mutant powers, which had lain dormant by the unknown allergic reaction in his body, to the harmful effects of his long exposure to secondhand smoke, had finally manifested, in a great surge! Body glowing in a faint red glow, and flickering, the glow brightened, as they turned on! Then his body when to a dark red glow, then a bright red almost orange glow, then to a bright orange, then to a pale yellowish orange, then yellowish white, then finally to a bright white color, as he when through the color spectrum, as his body heated up and they released!
"Papa, papa, what's… what the…" Watching shocked and befuddled to see him glowing and the color changes; worried and wondering why! He quickly figured it out what his powers were; heat powers, of some sort. Without warning, the water in the bathtub warmed and heated up, very quickly, boiled then and evaporated! Condensing, it showered down in a cascade of hot heated steaming water, everywhere in the bathroom!
"Identified, mutant powers are: thermal radiation, some limited telepathy!"
Sopping wet no thanks to his papa, he didn't know what to say to that and that odd experience, to have to go through it! Morph was just, shocked! "Uh, uhh, yeah, thermal, radiation, yeah, right, more like a tsunami! What the heck, papa! Ohh, so now, of all times you decide to get your powers?! What gives! You should have gotten them quite a long time ago! Oh, you really are a mutant, Cerebro was right! But why now, did it manifest, why not years ago?"
"Ohh, uhh, ohh I feel a lot better now. I feel like I've been on this crazy tripped out emotional hormonal rollercoaster, for the past 3, or so weeks, more so, since Scott called me, to tell me you are alive. Oh, I feel like I've been on some weird drug, for the last few days," he shivers, getting cold.
As the tub was filling up again Sydney felt his papa's forehead it felt normal now quite a relief from moments ago, when he would not cool down. "Well, looks like the fever has finally broken, wow, you're cooler now you feel normal now. How does your tummy feel?"
"Ohh, aaahhh, like it's still in knots, ohh, ooh, but I do feel better."
"The new mutant has been identified, name: Edward Enzo Dommosskey. All known mutant relatives are: son; name: Sydney Kevin Isaac Jones-Dommosskey; AKA Morph: and his mutant powers are: metamorph shapeshifter, some limited telepathy. Marital relation, wife… scanning, scanning..."
"Sigh, I can tell you right now my wife is..."
"Found, wife, name: Silvia Olivia Florence Jones-Dommosskey. Her identity and status have been found, but befuddled with another. Positive IDing is now in progress so please standby for an update, as the processing begins."
"What is that ow, ohh aahh; supposed to mean, Syd?" Shivering, the cold water was shut right off as the tub started draining from the overflow drain, as he looked to his son for answers.
"I have no idea, Cerebro has such a vast databank of billions of people, papa, both of mutant and non-mutant alike, I guess there's a lot of people to process through I guess. So I guess Cerebro is IDing mamma I guess. Still, I don't know why Cerebro would be doing that. I mean, it sure shouldn't be that hard to figure it out, we both know that she's…"
"Found, the cross-referencing and ID match is done, error, error, an error has occurred in two patients. A hospital mix-up has occurred, probably in due to both having the same first name but with different spellings and both being filed under the same last name, Jones. Sylvia Janna-Ray Jones, status: is confirmed, deceased. Silvia Olivia Florence Jones-Dommosskey, wife of Edward Dommosskey and the mother of Sydney Jones-Dommosskey, status: alive, in a coma. Her current location is, Pittsburgh Pennsylvania Medical Hospital."
"She's still alive!" they both scream shout out in joyful tears! Both soaked and hugging each other they joyfully sobbed at the joyful wonderful news for both of them!