I had electricity in my teeth, it was terrible and I had the impression of being compressed, like in a sardine can.

Then I woke up, still tied up, but without this burning sensation.

Something was wrong, but everything tickled, as if my sleeping limbs were waking up, blood flowing. This happens when you have your legs compressed or an arm squeezed too tight, asleep and then you wake up, blood flowing again. It is this sensation of "ants" everywhere where my wounds were. But it had nothing to do with the pain of the day before and the day before.

Mom was asleep on a chair, her head on the edge of the mattress and her hand holding mine.

As if by a miracle, the tinnitus had disappeared and I could see out of my left eye.

However, my crotch was very sore.

I wanted to say mommy but my teeth were broken and I felt like a third set of teeth, but sharp in my jaw.

I was full of wet bandages and gauze and several appliances were connected.

She woke up with a start and squeezed me: "Connors! I'm here! It's Mommy!

Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

I answered with a small Yes.

She burst into tears... "You don't know how scared I was!"

Then I turned my head into the cushion to see all around me.

And I saw Grace lying in another bed, tied up.

"Mom? Where am I? And what is Grace doing tied up?"

Dad arrived with the army doctor.

He took a lamp and pointed it at my eyes.

And I was dazzled.

"Good reflex, that's a good thing. This afternoon we're going to get him up and do some physical therapy exercises to see how he's doing overall."

My bed was pushed aside and I was taken to a room with a huge white ring.

A nurse told me, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt. This is a CT scan. We will see in 3D if your organs are not bleeding anymore and if the muscle mass has been reformed.

I could see scales on my fingers of my right hand that looked different

"What are these scales?"

"Ah, it's nothing. They are xenografts, fish skin. It is applied to burned areas to protect and heal the dermis when the epidermis is destroyed.

It heals and relieves severe burns. It allows healthy tissue to replenish underneath and it will leave naturally, with new skin formed."

I was amazed at the advances in medicine. And I began to hope for a normal life again.

"Doctor, why is my sister in bed like me? She wasn't in the explosion, was she?"

Doctor: "Connor, your sister loves you more than anything but she panicked and so did we, and there was an incident.

She was injected with a mutagen instead of a sedative, because she was struggling.

We have to keep her under observation for a while to see if her health will be affected or not.

In the afternoon, after swallowing some pudding, I was made to stand up and my legs were shaking, as if I had been hit, but I was able to stand without a wheelchair.

I had 2 bars on either side of me in the hallway to hold on to with my hand, the other side supported by a nurse.

"Put one foot down then the other!"

My toes hurt, like my nails were being pulled out.

"My feet, they hurt, please take off the sandals!"

And the sandals were removed and I was relieved.

Little spikes were poking through my socks, but I didn't dare look.

My body was being repaired but with pieces of animals.

My hair was falling out in clumps, well, in the places where I still had some, my skull covered with bandages, I didn't dare look at what was underneath.

I took a step, then another and another and the pain became a nuisance then disappeared and only the sensation of a cramp remained.

Doctor: "Tomorrow we will take off the bandages and you will go home. Make sure you rest and get your strength back.

After the good news, we had a normal family meal in the hospital cafeteria.

And then the investigating officer came to question me, and other than my tormentors at school, I had no idea who had hurt me.

Suspicions became certainties and certainties, testimonies and evidence of nitroglycerin use.

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The public prosecutor prosecuted the students involved, but not for attempted homicide. It was an accident causing injury without intent and they were sentenced to pay compensation and community service. Jail was meaningless, but they were expelled from school for conduct unbecoming and endangering their fellow students.

Mom wanted to go further but I didn't insist. There was no need to ruin any more lives. Also, I felt that I was getting better and my strength was returning.

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By the end of the week, I was home, but instead of being disfigured, I had a different face. It was as if my head was getting longer and my mouth looked more like a mouth than anything else.

I felt like I was becoming a lizard man. My muscles swelled abnormally and my body looked more and more like a weight lifter.

But my nails were replaced by black claws and my feet were the same.

My skin was still the same, but I felt like a structure of very, very thin scales.

I was put in a long-haired wig and my appearance became potable again.

Grace had no symptoms, well, not yet. I was reassured.

Then I could go out and resume my school life.

My friends and teachers had made me summaries and tutored me for an hour or two after school to save my school year.

Everyone was nice to me.

But I had a problem... a serious problem... To go to the bathroom, I had nothing left. It didn't grow back. Instead I had big scales and when I had to go... It opened up like a reptile.

But I wasn't in pain, I wasn't in pain anymore, but everything was changed.

No one knew, even Grace... but I was ashamed .... I didn't know if I was still a man or something else. But I was alive. I'll talk about it with my doctor this weekend.

Worse, my tailbone hurt and like a spike was puncturing my skin, like a nail was puncturing the top of my buttocks. It hurt to sit up and the only comfortable position was lying on my stomach.

Also, I was cold and needed sun all the time. My teeth were growing and it hurt to eat. Finally, I went back to the pudding.

My recovery was meteoric but the side effects were accelerating.

In the evening, I went with my sister to the movies. Our parents had dropped us off and they had to pick us up within half an hour after the movie. We used to have drinks with friends but strangely, my friends were getting further and further away from me. My recovery was too fast, and especially my face with a mouth instead of a mouth. Every day it was getting longer.

Of course, we were alone at the exit of the cinema, in front of the cafes, but there was only the two of us left.

Then a car stopped. A mustang convertible with 4 young people in it, probably drunk.

"Hey, did you see that chick? She's not bad! Stop! We're going to have fun," said the passenger to the older driver.

It must have been the big brother, his little brother and his buddies in the back.

"EH, COCOTE! You want to party with us?"

She turned her head, clearly frustrated, ignoring the partygoers.

Another blurted out something stupid. "Hey, are you dating that monster? He looks like a crocodile on legs..."

The third: "Hey. WALLIGATOR.... The zoo is that way!"

I clenched my fists, but a rage rose in me. An animal rage. It was unfair, unnatural. I couldn't stand being mistreated anymore.

But the car stopped at an angle, cutting off the road, and the four of them got out.

"Hey, Bibiche, did you hear? Why are you going out with that degenerate?"

They reeked of liquor and beer from a hundred yards away.

The little brother grabbed Grace's hand to make her turn around but she twisted his wrist with such force that his hand went "craack."

He screamed in pain.

"THE BITCH! SHE BROKE MY HAND!"

The atmosphere quickly turned dramatic and the big guy pulled out a knife. A crand'arrêt and the blade clicked out of its handle.

"You're going to pay for hurting my brother. I'll give you a scar to remember!"

The other two surrounded me, then the third one too.

"You monster. You walk on all fours when you're a crocodile!"

Rage went to my head and suddenly horns exploded from my skull, my mouth lengthened and a tail exploded behind me.

I was so angry that I didn't even notice my transformation.

My fingernails became claws that didn't need to flinch from a velociraptor. Yes, that's the closest I've ever come to having horns. My arms lengthened and almost touched the ground. They were longer than my legs. Well, legs.

My knees had turned over, well they were my ankles instead of my knees, shorter and higher.

I went into the pile, not biting or scratching but I punched and they waltzed several feet away.

Grace was terrified and the more scared she was, the angrier I was.

They tried to flee in their car but my claws dug into the rear hood and I lifted the car from the back. Being a rear-wheel drive, the wheels were spinning and they couldn't see that I still had them at my mercy.

With a bang, I threw the back of the car up and the car landed on its roof. The roll bar kept the kids from getting hurt.

Grace screamed when she saw me but I didn't realize it.

Finally, I left them there and tried to reassure my older sister. Her eyes were slit! and two large canines had sprouted in one go, hurting her lips.

"Grace! it's me! they are gone, you are safe!

"Connors? Is that you? Connors????"

"Yes?"

"Did you see yourself? You.... Your face! It's a dinosaur and your feet... AAARGH, my teeth! What's happening to me?"

His feet "exploded" through his sandals and left in their place legs like a raptor. Just like me.

We hugged each other.

Our parents arrived and saw the carnage.

They said nothing, frightened by the raptor and their half-raptor daughter.

We silently got into the car and they drove us back to the hospital, directly, so we wouldn't have to deal with the police and have everything get mixed up.

I was in the waiting room, and my tail and horns were still there. Worse, all my skin was covered with scales. Big scales turning blue.

Grace had sharp teeth protruding from her lips and, like me, her face was elongated.

The rage must have been a hormonal trigger.

Everything was speeding up and I felt that every moment I was becoming less and less human.

We were both crying and the wait was becoming interminable.

Mom stayed close to us but was afraid of my appearance and didn't dare touch me. She loved me, but the fear was terrible.

It was like sitting next to a sea crocodile without a grill or protection. A primal fear.

Dad had gone to the police station to make the statement for me. He was joined by the medical officer who arranged the papers for us.

It took two long hours before the doctor arrived. He was shocked and dropped his papers in surprise.

I was getting dragonified. And it was irreversible. But I didn't know that.

Neither did my sister.

Meanwhile, our family doctor had arrived

Delobbel "Open your eye a little!" and he examined me. Also my sister.

He lowered his eyes.

Me: "Doctor? Is it bad?"

"Connors and Grace... you'll have to be strong... But...you are dragons now... The treatment responded too well. The good news is that you're healed and won't be in pain anymore, but you'll have to get used to the fact that you'll continue to grow and you may not be able to stand on your own two legs. "

He was interrupted by Professor Maltezer who arrived with the medical officer.

"Dear colleague, I am taking in hand our two patients."

Delobbel: "But you have seen the devastating effects of your treatment? How are you going to correct this? With another mutagen? You might as well turn them into frogs while you're at it!"

Maltezer sighed.

"These are new and unpredictable side effects. Connors' condition was so severe that his body chose to mutate rather than heal itself. That's evolution, the finality of life. You must have heard about it in your cytology and evolution classes.

Connors and his sister will become beautiful dragons and their life does not end here. You also know that they are protected and still have their rights!

Mom and Dad were relieved to hear that even transformed, we would not be considered animals. These were their biggest fears.