Becoming monsters is the creation of AiLovesToGrow, setting used with permission
This idea comes from Amethyst Dragonfly.
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Chapter 18: Transformations
Central Cascadia Hospital, one of the largest and most comprehensive medical facilities in America, was in chaos. There were exactly two blessings stemming from the demonic attack that had occurred some thirty minutes prior. First was that it was immediately outside the Emergency Room entrance, and so getting victims and injured bystanders to care took minutes, not hours. The second was that a strike team of Surface Hunters had been in range to take down the threat, so it didn't reach the hideously vulnerable hospital. There could have been hundreds of deaths. Instead, there were scores of injuries, some desperate, but none immediately fatal.
This did not make what followed easy. Those who could walk themselves into the hospital did so. Others had to be dragged or carried. Doctors of nearly every discipline mobilized immediately. Broken bones and gunshot wounds. Burns and curses. Attack backlash, panicked fainting, and exhaustion. The injuries ran the gamut, and they were all critical until proven otherwise.
A harried-looking nurse apologized profusely as she explained that Justin was past the point of needing to be monitored, and though they would have liked to keep him another day they had to discharge him in order to make room in the ICU. He didn't mind, much to her relief, and the pharmacy wasn't crowded as he quickly picked up an intimidating list of painkillers, antibiotics, and things he had no real idea the purpose of. Nor the ability to pronounce. The packet of physical therapy instructions was clear enough, though.
The waiting room was eerily quiet and empty. Even the orderlies were not here. Abbey wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's shoulders, feeling the tension there. "Are you alright, Justin? I mean, besides the obvious."
Despite himself, he smiled a bit. "You mean besides the lacerations, painful magical healing, argument with my dad, college drama from a college I've never attended, and a demon attack outside my window?"
"Yep. Besides that."
"Well, besides that I'm doing quite well, thanks for asking." Justin and Abbey's spasms of laughter were slightly hushed, slightly hysterical. "I think I could go for a week... or a decade, really... of uneventful life. That sounds like what the doctor ordered."
"You live in a mansion by the sea with your Genie girlfriend. There is a lower limit to how eventful your life is going to be from now on."
His face showed somewhat unwilling agreement with the statement. "You know, you might have a point. Thing is, as long as you're with me, I think we can handle it. That sound good to you?"
"I think it does, love." Abbey's smile was much more natural than five seconds before. "We can hope for something near the lower limit of eventfulness, anyway. Speaking of, though. Brittany had a point earlier."
"She had a lot of things to say, Abs. Which one are you talking about?"
"About your last Wish. You know the time is coming soon, you won't be able to avoid it."
"Yeah, I know. Honestly, what's worrying me more is what comes afterwards. I don't want to let you go. Ever. I don't want you to disappear from my life after I say what I want."
"Justin, that's not how it works."
He looked up at her. "It isn't? But all the stories..."
"You know as well as I do that the stories are only part of it. I don't magically disappear when my third Wish is used, and I'm not compelled to move away. Heck, you aren't even the first person to make those wishes in this city. You're stuck with me for good, mister."
Justin's own smile dawned on his face like he had been given a revelation from on high. "Wait, so the only risk is..."
"... the Coin won't be bound to you, that's all. You won't be able to wish on it again unless there's a loophole in the rules somewhere that I don't know about, and others will be able to if they get a hold of it. That's it."
Justin exhaled sharply. "Okay. Okay, that definitely makes things easier. Feels like something I probably should have asked you at some point this month."
"Yes, Justin, it really does, doesn't it?" The eyebrow Abbey raised in his direction would probably count as a weapon of mass destruction by most metrics. Thankfully, no government inspectors were present to ask to see if she was licensed on it.