Spencer had arranged for Eric to visit that evening. That way, once his parents were home for the day, he'd be guaranteed a ride to the hospital.
Meanwhile, once the Feds were gone, Doctor Garrett Henderson discretely had a guard posted outside her hospital room. When he felt they were secured, he said, "Okay Spencer. What I want you to do is transform back to your were form, but do so slowly. If there's any pain or discomfort, let us know immediately."
"Okay," she said, looking at her mom and dad before beginning to shift into her fursona.
Spencer leaned back against her raised hospital bed and felt the wonderful sensations begin. Fur began to spread across her entire body as her legs lengthened and her bosom expanded. Finger and toe nails grew then retracted to their neutral positions as her feet adjusted to bear the extra weight of her hybrid wolf/cat form. Her facial features began to shift with no problem, but Spencer let out a small howl of pain as she felt her arms shift to their were status.
"I knew there would be some discomfort doing that, but not how much. We'll covertly roll her back to X-ray and take some more pictures of that right arm," said Henderson, before stepping outside to make the arrangements.
IT WAS AFTER 7 PM when a smile formed on Spencer's muzzle as Eric Anderson walked into her hospital room.
"How are you doing?" he asked, coming over and kissing her directly on the muzzle tip.
"Oh great. Especially now that you're here," she said, still smiling at him. "They like my comedy so much they've booked me through at least Wednesday morning with all the Jello I can eat," she joked. "Are those for me Slugger?" asked Spencer, noting the flowers Eric had in his hand.
"Yes," he said with a smile, before setting the small vase with its blooming buds on the rolling table next to the remains of her meal. "My mom helped me pick them out though."
"That's okay. It's the thought that counts. But you want to know something? You're the first man who has EVER brought me flowers," she said.
"Really?" Eric asked. "I was also on the hospital's website earlier. You'll be getting an E-get well soon card from me tomorrow morning," he added, before laying his head next to hers so they could rub cheeks together once more. "You know, you have a really exotic scent."
"I do?" she asked, looking at him closely, for as a normal human being, Eric didn't really have a great sense of smell like most weres possessed.
"I only smell it when I'm really close, like we are now," he said, turning his head to look at her, "but to me, it smells like a cross between wolf, cat, and..."
Then Eric took another sniff and said, "Jasmine?"
"Must be my shampoo. I took a shower yesterday morning, but haven't even had as much as a sponge bath since," replied Spencer, to which Eric actually blushed.
With that, Eric sat in the guest chair near her bed and they talked.
He told her about the day at school, the rumors circulating concerning him, her, and whatever might have happened Sunday. "I tried telling people the truth, or at least, what I could say of it, but no one seems interested. That I dumped Julie, that you and I are together now, and that I supposedly came to your rescue was about all they cared about."
"Don't let it get to you. People usually tend to hear only what they want to," advised Spencer.
"By the way, I hear Julie's seriously grounded at least until after the first of the year, although she did try to apologize to me."
"Oh?" asked Spencer, worried about what might have happened afterward.
"Something tells me her heart wasn't quite in it, but that's okay, because my heart is where it belongs now," said Eric, before kissing Spencer again.
Feeling MUCH better after hearing that, Spencer told Eric about her day. "The Feds came back for Bower about an hour ago, according to my dad, so now all of them are totally out of our fur."
"Good riddance. Especially in regards to the bastard that hurt you."
"Eric Anderson! Such language!" chastised Spencer.
"Sorry," he said, apologetically.
"Don't be sorry. I've called him far worse, and to his face. I'm just surprised you knew such words. Anyway, I unfortunately did refracture my arm some changing back from were to human to address the Feds, and then back to my glorious furry self."
"I would of said beautiful, but my opinion's highly biased," admitted Eric.
"That earns you another kiss dear. Be sure to collect it before you go. Anyway, I have to stay in were form at least through Thanksgiving. No big deal except for the higher appetite and the town rules about nobody seeing me this way in public during the day, and outsiders not seeing me like this period," explained Spencer. "They'll be taking more X-rays tomorrow morning and tomorrow afternoon. No major improvement by the second set earns me another trip back to the Operating Room for touch up surgery."
"And you'll be out of here by..." wondered Eric.
"The weekend at the latest. Just in time to go back to school next Monday," replied Spencer, while sticking out her tongue.
Eric copied her, which soon led to seeing who could deliver the best "Bronx Cheer", but that quickly led to more kissing, which is how Eric's parents found the fledgling couple when they walked into the room to announce that visiting hours were almost over and they had to go.