Now its time to meet the doctors again, to see what the hell is going on.

This certainly was interesting. My skin and hair and teeth and everything hasn't changed back yet, I am starting to believe this is a long term thing. I wrapped the black trench coat around me tighter, as I studied my gray and specked hand.

Soon the doctors walked in, bags in hand and grimm expressions on their faces.

"Itz worse zen we had thought originally." Dr. Schneep claimed, setting down his bag next to Dr. Iplier's. They both dug in their bags, and pulled out various tools, some looked like normal doctor's tools, others cruel and sharp. I shivered and took a slight step back. Dr. Iplier motioned me to place myself in the wooden chair they had brought with them into the room.
I hesitantly took my place on the wooden seat, and tried to focus on keeping my temperature down. The burning may have stopped, but as I sat with the heavy black trench coat I couldn't help feeling more over heated. What were the consequences for taking the coat off and letting the stupid scrap of fabric fall off my bra? I do have a bra on, it wouldn't be that reviling and at that point I really didn't care anymore.
     
As the doctors rustled in their bags and the rest of the boys were talking, I quietly and stealthily removed the coat and set it on my lap, then let the piece of fabric fall to my stomach.  I felt instant relief as a breeze flew through the room gently and curressed my shoulders and chest. I close my eyes and focus on the cold gust.

I hear conversation come to a stop in the room as I look around, to see light turned away with his hand on his eyes, the host "looking" up, the two doctors still shuffling in their bags, and dark just staring directly at my bra.

"My eyes are up here dark." I chuckle as I see a blush flame up on his face. He turns on his heel quickly and mutters something, which host chuckles at.

Dr. Schneep finds what he was looking for, a book on demon studies. Then Dr. Iplier walks infront of me brandishing a needle.

"We have to draw a blood sample, are you particularly sensitive to needles?" he asked, showing the two inch long needle to me.

"I-I hav-ve a great f-f-fear of needles yes-eah" I say stumbling over my words. Ever since I was a child I have had a drastic fear of needles. I felt my vision blur, and light headedness set in. I gripped my head and hair and my throat became dry.

"Dark, come and hold her steady, she might faint." the doctor ordered. Dark jogged over and held me up from behind, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. I lent back so my head rested on his shoulder, and tried to focus on his face, which was now very blurry. I picked out his dark eyes and stared into their pools. My hearing cut out, replaced by a loud ringing. I felt my arm being grabbed but I was too distracted by trying to focus. The irony right? I felt a very sharp pain in my forearm and then the thing being removed. I felt my eyes closing, as if being weighed down by hundreds of lifting weights. I felt a tap on my hand, but I didn't want to respond. I just felt so tired. As my eyes shut, I felt something on my forehead. A pair of lips.

I woke up in my bed. To the sound of the doorbell ringing softly. Judging by all the snoring in the house and the darkness outside I guessed it was night. I looked at the clock at the side of my bed and found it was about 12:30 at night. The door rung again, but I didn't hear anyone getting up. I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a baggy sweatshirt, and crept out of my room down the stairs. I answered the door quietly as I could.

The silhouette of a man stood on the porch as rain drizzled down from the awning. His build was average, about jacks height. I reached over and turned on the porch light so it was decently lit. It was another one of jacks brothers. He looked distraught, hair messy and wet, huge bags and dark circles under his eyes, lips chapped.

"I'm sorry, is this the residence of mark and jack?" he asked, putting on a confused expression.

"Yes," I stated politely "what do you need?"

"Well uh, I'm jacks brother chase, chase brodie." he introduced, holding out his hand for me to shake. I gladly took it.

His hand was very cold and he shivered visibly seconds later after letting go of his hand. "Come inside, I'll make something warm." I said, holding out my hand. He smiled sadly and took my hand in his. I pulled him inside quickly and shut the door quietly. I made a "shush" sign with my finger as I lead him to the couch.

I quickly found a bunch of blankets and some of jack's pajamas to lend him, and he changed as I tiptoed into the kitchen and quietly made some warm tea. It was done in minuets and I snuck back onto the living room rug and set the two cups of tea on the coffee table. Chase sat on the couch wrapped in two fluffy bankets I found in the laundry room. I handed him his cup and he took it graciously and took a small sip. After the first sip his eyes widened and he took another sip, then a gulp. Soon his whole cup was empty and I took my third sip from my cup. I walked over to the armchair on the other side of the room and sank down into it, trying not to fall asleep. Eventually my eyes closed again as I could hear chase's breathing even out as an indication he had fallen pray to exhaustion.

(I UPDATED AND INTRODUCED ANOTHER CHARACTER TAKE THAT WRITERS BLOCK!!! Oh! You guys should tell my who you want to get closer to in the story or suggest scenarios with the different characters! And I will be updating mark x reader tomorrow after school so look out for that! Hope you enjoyed! Tschüss! )