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[ooc: After this]

There is a new addition to the infirmary in the form of Snowball, who is still in human form. He is feverish and restless and he sleeps.

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There is a small scratching noise, like a cat at the door, which gently inches open a few inches. A small figure creeps through, looks around, and begins to sneak over towards the beds. Unfortunately, it's too small to see what's on the beds, so it's going to have to check all of them.

hank glances up from where he is sitting on the other side of Snowball's bed. He could have sworrn he heard a sound... Eyeing the Infrimary he goes back to watching Snowball, even if his hand does creep closer to his x-watch.

Snowball is restless, but he doesn't wake. He is drenched with sweat from the high fever, his breathing hoarse. But he is starting to stabilise with the medicine Hank gave him earlier.

Little feet go -pitterpatter- from bed to bed. Where's that pig?

Hank blinks.

What is that noise?

he rises slowly, peering about.

Snowball comes out of his doze a little to cough violently, but otherwise doesn't wake. His eyes are still closed.

The imp goes from bed to bed.

Is that my pig?

No.

It's chest is too bulgy.

That's not my pig!

Hank blinks as he makes out something coming and ducks behind a monitor, his ears twitching. He pulls out a small camera from a pouch and waits for a shot and to see what the creature will do.

Here little giggle monster... here boy...

The patient continues to cough, then settles.

He twitches his ears a little in a way that no man should be able to, but doesn't pick up the little steps in this shape.

Ah! Now, here's the pig.

The imp climbs quickly up the bedpost, and perches on the pillow, looking down. Stupid boring humans. It had done a nice job with this body, and the magic was lasting nicely. Still, if the asshole said he had to turn it back into a pig. . . then he had to turn it back into a pig.

Hank's eyes widen as he sees it and he begins to silently take a few pictures, noting that even in the lens it looks fizzy as heck. He also gets ready to intervene should it try to hurt Snowball.

He stirs, coughing again, and opens his eyes.

And there it is, right in front of him. His eyes widen, and then he squeals hoarsely as only a pig would, scrabbling weakly away.

Stupid human.

Stupid pig.

Everybody is stupid.

The imp is smart!

It intones quietly, and once again there is a puff of smoke, and the crackling of flames. Once the smoke dies away there is, as you would expect, a pig on the bed instead of a human, and an imp running away across the floor. No giggling this time, just a muttering that sounds suspiciously like "stupid bloody humans never know what they want. 'make it a pig'. 'make it human'. asshole."

Hank snaps a few final pictures as he runs forward.

"Snowball! Are you okay?"

He stops squealing; he has to to cough. But his eyes are wide with fear as he looks around.

"That was it.... but I have my body back."

He coughs again. "That means I can fight the sickness properly again, right?"

"yes... and the booster will help evgen more. Yoiu still need to try to rest for a few days and be carfeful how hard you work. Drink a lot of water and if you have any new symptoms or they get worse, come and find me immediately."

The pig nods.

"Thank you comrade." He lies back down.

"Did you see it?"

He nods.

"Yes. And I got a few pictures... I can take those to Security now that we kniow what ti looks like and let them know about it, incase they can track it."

"I hope so." he croaks.

"Being a human might suit some people, but it definitely wasn't for me."

He nods.

"You just rest. You will get better and then be back to normal."

He nods.

"Thank you. Good night comrade."

He settles back down in the bed, becoming more stable as his own body fights the infection. Eating the sorts of things Snowball does tends to make a fairly heavy duty immune system.

Hank settles back and watches and smiles.

Now, for a little conversation with security...

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