Change For The Better
an excerpt

“How does Chinese sound?” Nicky asked, ready to slide off of the bed and grab a menu from his stash.
“Can we eat it here?” Jordan asked. “And can I spend the night? And sleep on your couch again? Until I’m better, at least? It’ll be fun, Nicky! We can stay up all night and talk about boys.”
“Are you sure you transformed last night? You’re rather perky, all things considered,” Casey remarked with a snort.
“Well, I feel like crap. Or hell warmed over. Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad et cetera. My muscles are screaming, and I’m considering swallowing eight more pain killers. There are cuts all over my body and all of them are throbbing in tandem because Nicky thought it wise to drown them in anti-bacterial crap. I’ve lost more blood than I had to begin with. I’m not sure, but pretty close to certain, that a colony of fire ants has moved into my brain. And how are you today, Doc?” Casey snorted in response.
“Stay as long as you like,” Nicky remarked, walking through the doorway toward the kitchen.
“You guys are my best friends,” Jordan said dreamily, shutting her eyes and falling back into her pillows. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Bleed to death?” Casey suggested, leaning into the pillows next to her.
“Probably,” Jordan sighed. “Probably.”