Fox moaned and moved his head back and forth to dislodge whatever was on his face. A gentle hand on his cheek stopped him.
“It’s okay. You’re all right now. Just rest,” a voice said soothingly.
Fox drifted back off to dreamland where he joined Cyanide. He woke up later that day and looked around the room. It looked kinda familiar.
“Are you awake this time?” the same voice from before asked.
Fox flinched, not entirely awake yet.
“That sounds familiar,” Fox mumbled sleepily.
“Glad you remember me,” the voice said happily.
Fox blinked to clear his cloudy vision and looked over to his left where the voice was coming from. It was the same doctor that treated his gunshot wound and helped him.
“Dr. Katrina?” he rasped.
“Hey, you. Long time no see,” she said with a smile.
She helped Fox take a few sips of water. He cleared his throat and spoke again.
“How long have I been out?”
“About four and a half days. You’re banged up pretty bad. Not to mention the exhaustion,” Katrina said. “Better than two weeks.”
Fox nodded. “I’ll give you that one. I’ll take four days rather than two weeks.”
“Uh-huh,” she hummed.
Fox shifted nervously, and stopped when pain flared up in his side. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Easy. I’d hate to have to cut you open again,” Katrina scolded.
Fox nodded and took a few deep breaths. He looked over at the doctor with a smile. Fox made himself as comfortable as he could and relaxed.
“I was hoping not to see you again. No offense,” he joked.
“I was hoping for the same thing. So none taken,” she joked back.
“What’s with that face?” Fox asked, noticing her body language was off.
Katrina raised an eyebrow and looked at Fox like she didn’t have any look on her face.
“Not sure what you mean,” she fibbed.
“You know, don’t you?”
“That your blood is black? Yeah, I know. Fox, what happened to you?”
Fox carefully explained what had happened, from the spells up until this point. Katrina blinked. She couldn’t believe what she just heard, but somehow knew Fox wasn’t lying.
“Fucking magic,” she swore.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” Fox asked.
“No, I believe you. Hawaii has a history with magic, but not all of it bad. I’m just upset you were dumb enough to try something like that and it actually worked,” Katrina explained.
“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t expect it to work either,” Fox said sheepishly.
Katrina nodded and asked, “So, now what?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what do you plan to do with this?”
“If you’re talking about becoming some type of superhero, I hate to burst your bubble but I’m no hero,” Fox said with loving snark.
“Did I say superhero? Although it couldn’t hurt. Hawaii could use a hero to look up to. New York has too many as it is,” Katrina smiled.
“Let the little guys have some fun now, right?” Fox asked with a chuckle.
“I still don’t think I’d be a hero. Heroes aren’t scary,” Fox yawned and then frowned as a thought hit him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you suddenly helping me? Shouldn’t you and the government be dissecting me by now?”
“Do you want to be a lab rat?” Katrina raised an eyebrow.
“No…” Fox said looking down.
“Okay then. I’m helping you, besides you need someone to look after you,” Katrina said with a motherly tone.
Fox opened his mouth to argue when the doctor raised her hand to silence him.
“I’ve been keeping the others from turning you into a lab rat and such. When my partner found any blood we gave to you turned to ink, he wanted to experiment right then and there.”
“Thanks for sparing me,” Fox said.
“You’re welcome. We’ll talk later, you still need rest,” Katrina gently patted his leg.
Fox nodded and let the good doctor check him over before drifting back off to sleep. Fox woke up late the next night and sat up. He started to remove all the tubes and wires he was hooked up to.
“Hey, bud?” he asked.
"Fox. Are you well enough to escape?” Cyanide rumbled.
“I’ll be all right. We need to get out of here, though. If one doctor knows about my inky blood, the whole hospital probably knows. Hell, the doc said herself she’s had to keep others away from taking us to any labs already. I’m surprised she’s left us alone knowing the other doctors want to cut us open and see what makes us tick.”
Fox made his way around the room and found some sweats and a t-shirt someone left behind. He got dressed and put on slippers.
"I heard the doctor whilst you slept. She locked us in and the others need her key,” Cyanide rumbled with a slight growl.
“One, what the hell kind of hospital has doors where the doctor can lock their patients in? Two, that makes me feel better, but we still need to go.”
"Agreed. No transformation. Your body needs a lot of healing from the damage not only from your father but from when you let me take over to bring you here,” Cyanide said, not happy.
“Great. So what then?” Fox huffed tiredly.
"We do the same thing we did the last time.”
“I blend in with the shadows. Sounds like a plan.” Fox gave a thumbs up.
Fox allowed the ink to flow and turn him into a shadow. He walked up to the door and ink pooled to the floor. Fox sunk into the puddle but didn’t transform, just slid under the door and rose up from the ink on the other side.
“The ink never ceases to amaze me. I wonder what else I can do,” Fox said in delight.
"Wonder later, we must go,” Cyanide urged.
“Right.” Fox stuck to the shadows and began his journey home.
Katrina came back to check on Fox with a backpack in one hand and a blanket and pillow in the other. She unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Fox was nowhere to be seen.
“Damn that boy,” Katrina swore. She turned and left.