Even with the announcement Rhys typed last night, he felt obligated to help others who wanted to stop by the infirmary with their problems. If nothing else, he could offer them consoling words and solutions for pain relief, since the growing pains of altered tissue really was unbearable at times. It was at seven in the morning that Rhys hobbled in, his gait compromised by the obscene widening of his hips and shortening of his legs.

What was this? Oh no. Alarm bells ran in Rhys's skull to see Chili propped against the wall limply, clothes and skin soaked with sweat. He hurried faster and nearly tripped over himself, causing his body to flash brightly a few times like a lightbulb close to burning out. "A-a-a-are you okay?!" He couldn't help the weird stutter- it was just a part of his changing physiology.