The rest of the week passed by as normal for the most part for Jennifer: boring classes through the week, a lay from her boyfriend on Tuesday, cheer practice every other day....it wasn't until after practice on Thursday that Jen felt a little...off. For one, her hair was getting vaguely discolored. She didn't dye her hair, so it wasn't dye wearing off. Yet... it seemed her blonde locks had gotten just the barest tint of light green. Noticeable, but only if you paid attention.
Come Friday morning, she was starting to feel a little bloated. It couldn't have been that time of the month, could it? No, it couldn't have been. This felt different. She looked in her mirror and she didn't really look bloated, but her face was getting a little pale. She didn't have a fever or the chills, but she was getting a little paler nonetheless. It was enough for her mother and Martha to schedule a doctor's appointment for her that afternoon, meaning she would miss cheer practice.
That afternoon, they went into the clinic for what seemed like a routine checkup. Jen was bored to tears already, and was on her phone most of the time in the waiting room. Once she was finally called and the doctor could take a look at her, it was discovered that her body was starting to develop something it shouldn't have. Fruit juice.
"You're kidding, right" Jen asked her doctor.
"Not kidding at all, I'm afraid," he told her, "I'm going to need a week to run some analysis on this and try to figure out what would be causing your body to do this. In the meantime, I suggest maintaining your regular routine as best as you can and stick to a healthy diet. I'll schedule you in for next week at no extra charge, alright?"
Jen thanked the doctor all the same before she left the clinic. That night she decided to take an antacid tablet before bed to try and ease her bloated feeling, but in the morning it felt just a tad worse. Not only that, but her tummy seemed to have put on about three pounds of fat, making her look like she was retaining water a little bit. Nothing a little exercise couldn't fix she hoped, but even that couldn't fix how her pale skin was starting to take on very faint notes of green. Flicking through Twitter and Instagram that weekend, she noticed some of her peers posting about something rather outside of the ordinary. Apparently there was an emergency news report of some strange new sickness with a few cases around the world. The last week or so, people have been changing color, feeling bloated, and most distressingly have been naturally producing fruit juice. People feeling ill are advised to see a doctor as soon as possible while more information was gathered.
Jen clutched her tummy, rattled by this news a little bit. There was no way this couldn't be related to what was happening to her. Only question was, how far would this go?