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I opened my eyes, drowsy from sleep. I blinked twice, seeing just a white blur at first. Slowly, everything faded into view. The inside of my mouth felt fuzzy, like it was incredibly dry. I let out a yawn, then tried recalling how I got here. I think back, the C-130 cargo plane dropping me off at Bagram Airbase, the trip to the forward operating base, the patrol through the country side, the RPG, losing my vision. Then it all hits me; I was supposed to be blind. How could I still see?

I glance around the room, it's dimly lit, like an underfunded small-town hospital. I feel nothing but plush beneath me, with an uncomfortably paper-like hospital pillow beneath my head. As I turn my head, I feel hair grinding against the rough pillow. Clearly in the time I was out, I grew more hair. The room was a completely average hospital room, a night stand next to the bed, and a glass windowed cupboard filled with old looking medications. Blocking the nightstand is a messy wheeled shelf, with various unidentifiable medical equipment. On the end of the bed was an IV tube, leading down under the sheet, likely into my arm. I looked around, finding a buzzer on the nightstand. Looking around the room, I press it.

Almost instantly, I hear footsteps slamming onto the linoleum floors in the hallway. A nurse bursts in, the door almost comically so, the door slamming into the wall, denting it. The nurse is a thin middle aged woman, but there's one thing that threw me off at first. She was wearing some foreign camouflage pattern, and a sky blue baseball cap that had a circular "United Nations" emblem on it.

"Oh thank god you're finally awake!" she exclaims, leaning her head into the hallway and nodding, most likely to other doctors. She then shifts back into the room, "It's been a while, but you're back in the US," she smiles warmly.

I was puzzled as hell, if I was back in the states, there wouldn't be UN doctors taking care of me, "No way, I still have to be in Afghanistan, you're a UN doctor," I say nervously, now completely confused with my situation.

Two more doctors wander in, clearly having heard the exchange between us. The three UN doctors exchange uncomfortable looks with each other, the nurse approaching and kneeling at my bedside, "Look," she starts, "you are not in Afghanistan, US forces pulled out."

I frown, "How long was I out?" I ask, feeling fear begin to build up in my stomach as I shift uncomfortably. I was going to have to check my legs, they didn't seem to be working properly....

The nurse continues, "The war has been over... for years now..." she says, trailing off suspiciously.

"But there's more, isn't there?" I inquire, her actions clearly not hiding everything.

She sighs, looking to the two doctors, and one nods to her. She looks up, clearly preparing for something big before she looks back down into my eyes, "Something happened," she said, "we don't know what. To be honest I don't know how to break it to you...

I tried listening but I began to notice the middle of my vision was obstructed by something gray. I tried listening but I couldn't help but find myself distracted by the gray blur covering a large part of my view. I sat up, removing the overly starched sheets quickly, the sheets falling from the bed. Nothing could prepare me for what I was going to see. I flexed my toes, and the... toe things on the limbs moved. I moved my ankles, and my knees moved. I was really getting terrified now, and I tried moving my knees. An upper set of knees bent, pulling the limbs close. I was wearing the most basic hospital undergarments, but as I felt more unfamiliar muscles, I felt a tug on the underwear. I rolled on my side, looking behind me, to be greeted with a horrifying sight. It looked like a larger version of what Santell used to keep strapped to his pack. A wolf's tail. It wagged and swayed all on it's own, but occasionally it moved on my command, "I need a mirror!" I screamed at the nurse, sitting upright against the back of the bed.

"Calm down, Elijah," the nurse said, "you're dehydrated, you've been in a coma for years, you need your rest!" she said, clearly trying to calm me down.

"Fuck that I woke up as a goddamn dog after surviving getting shot in the face!" I scream, tail now wagging with furious emotion.

The nurse stood up from the bedside, sighing, keeping a cool head, "You aren't the only one who has had this happen. We matched your DNA to other things. Genetically, you are... a wolf..." she stammers, backing away. I held my hands up to my sight, seeing the grey fur covering everything, except for white fur on my stomach and some other places on my limbs. My fingernails were swept forward and down, pointed as though they merged into claws. Sure enough, the grey spot in my vision was a muzzle, with a complete set of canine teeth. I felt my face, there was no way this was real. I shifted my hands up, feeling my pointed, velvety ears. As I touched them, they twitched down in reaction. This explained why I thought I had grown more hair, I had a full coat of fur now.

I turned on the bed, placing my hands on the side, building up the courage to walk for the first time in what was apparently years. I push off, getting ready to place what I guess are my paws on the floor. The nurse, heading out of the room, turned around and ran towards me, "No no!" she shouted, but it was too late. I tried to stand, but the unfamiliar joints just caused me to collapse. This was going to be difficult....