Vanessa pulled the needle out of Heather's arm and put a cotton ball in it's place. The vial of blood she had drawn was crimson red and hopefully held what she was looking for. She pulled out another swab and dabbed it with disinfectant.

  "I want to give you another wash before bandaging you up Heather, just to be sure."

  Heather nodded and pulled the swab she had away from her arm. Vanessa started to wipe but stopped puzzled.

  "What's wrong?"

  "You're not bleeding anymore."

  "Is that bad?"

  "I guess not; I've just never seen anyone heal that fast."

  "Well, I've always been a fast healer," Heather smiled, happy to have her mind wander to things other than her predicament. "When I was kid and I had my appendix out, I was out of the hospital a day earlier than normal. Of course my mom said it was our HMO."

  "You said you had your appendix taken out?"

  "Uh-huh, when I was thirteen."

  "But you don't have a scar."

  "Sure I do, it's small but it's...," Heather frowned as she found she was unable to see past her impressive breasts. She leaned back and began to run her fingers along her smooth stomach and trim waistline; she could not find her imperfection. "I swear I had my appendix out. I have a scar Vanessa, it's tiny but it should be there. You have to believe me."

  "I believe you honey." Vanessa squinted at her as something suddenly started to bother her. She stood up and walked out of the curtained area. "Gryphon?"

  "What is it Doc?" She looked at his legs and then back to his face.

  "Where's the bandage I put on your leg?" He sat there shocked, shaking his head as he quickly blinked his eyes.

  "I don't know. I guess I took it off this morning when I was getting dressed."

  "Take off your pants."

  "Hey, now's not exactly a comfortable time."

  "I'm your doctor Gryphon," she turned to her other patient. "Ramirez, you and Rob go behind the curtain with Heather." They nodded at her and she looked back at Gryphon, "satisfied?"

  He shrugged.

  "Then take off your pants."

  He grimaced; not knowing how to proceed now that he had run out of excuses. He got to his feet. As he stood, Vanessa made mental notes on how his shirt couldn't make it to his waist and how far apart his expanded chest was pushing the torn material apart. He started tugging on the waistband; the second button resisted his efforts, but he grunted once and all of the buttons exploded apart, his boxer shorts puffing out of the separated flaps. With a little effort, he peeled his Levi shorts away from his legs and revealed a large tear in his underwear that his thick and erect manhood stood proudly through. The waistband tore and the cloth hung loosely from his pole. He crossed his arms in front of him and just smirked.

  Vanessa grabbed the shorts and tossed them aside to Gryphon's disappointment. She took hold of his thigh and rubbed her fingers over the front of it; frantically looking for something that she couldn't find. She pressed hard against his muscle and looked up.

  "This doesn't hurt?"

  He shrugged.

  "No, actually it feels pretty good."

  She pushed him as she stood back up with a scowl. He feel back on to the table and she threw his shorts back at him.

  "What?"

  "Gryphon, your leg was impaled with a foreign object two days ago. There was a large hole in your leg and now it's completely gone. Healed."

  He looked down, a look of understanding creeping across his face. Vanessa heard Ramirez shout from behind the curtain and she turned to see. Ramirez burst out with eyes wide as she was holding her side.

  "My scar!" Vanessa looked at her stomach as Ramirez pointed, "I had a long scar on my stomach. I got stabbed in a bar fight over two years ago and now the scar is gone!"

  Vanessa ran her fingers over Ramirez's long abdomen. There were solid lines of definition, smooth skin, but no scars. She slipped her fingers in the waistband of her sweats and pulled them down. Vanessa didn't have take the time to admire the solid muscles of her round buttocks as she searched the back of Ramirez's right thigh. She shook her head.

  "These are gone too."

  "The tiger claw marks? I love those scars!"

  Robert bent down to inspect.

  "So did I."

  "Vanessa, what the hell is going on?"

  Vanessa stood up and squinted in thought before bringing a small recorder to her lips.

  "Increase in height and mass, augmentation more prominent in sexual organs of all three subjects. Enhanced and accelerated recovery rate including dermal regeneration of past and present scar tissue." She clicked the stop button on the recorder and set it down and glanced around the room.

  Heather was in the corner trying to keep her lab coat closed. Gryphon had tossed his shorts aside when he found that he could no longer fit in them; he had his torn shirt over his still firm rod that waved in the air above his seated hips. Robert stepped next to her, Ramirez behind him looked over a shoulder that she normally shouldn't have been able to.

  "How did this happen Doc?"

  "I have no clue Robert."

  The doors to Medical opened up and Kim walked in while snapping on a new wad of bubble-gum.

  "Hey Vanessa, what's the big idea getting me up in the middle of ... woah," her eyes drifted around the room where they fell upon Gryphon. "Is that a flashlight under that shirt? No, I know you're happy to see me."

  Vanessa turned to Robert and shook her head.

  "But I think it's going to be a long night."

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