Jellax- Healing hands

Jellax-Healing hands

I'm Jack Morison, I'm 27 years old with red hair and green eyes. I'm also a Doctor fresh out of Med school and running for my life. I became a doctor not for the money{although that was admittedly a large draw for many of my colleges} but to really help people get better. I graduated about 5 years ago and had a mostly quiet career. I had mostly people with broken arms and legs, those who cut themselves open while doing shall we say unintelligent activities. However my specialization was with cancer treatments. "Why cancer?" You may ask. Simply, and quite painfully, I lost both my parents to cancer. My father to liver cancer when I was 15 and my mother to breast when I was 20. After I had lost dad I was determined not to let anyone else die from cancer if I could help it. I had my high school classes changed accordingly and even pursued biology and nursing classes in college before getting my transfer to med school. Then my mother was diagnosed with a rare form of breast cancer that was aggressive and resistant to most treatments. I was forced to watch her wither away just like my father had. The only thing that stopped the pain for her was being in a constant drugged state that was for all intents and purposes leaving her asleep 20 hours a day. She died within almost 4 months of her diagnosis. I can't believe even now that they're gone. My parents had always been there for me, and now, within 5 years of each other, they were gone. Although the pain from losing them was great it only served to retriple my efforts to fulfill my promise to them and myself. After graduating at 22 years of age I started out in the local hospital working on those whom cut their hands or feet open, those who broke their bones, nothing too specialized. They said it was "To get your feet wet" because they didn't want me to be scared by a hopeless case where the patient would die no matter what I did. However that day came And went twice upon a time.

Then came the day I was given my first cancer patient, Mr. Andrew Berkly, age 74. I eagerly started him on the latest treatments available to try to at least push his cancer into remission if not cure it.?" At first he responded well to the treatments, and seemed to be getting better, however a few months latter and his condition took a nose dive. However, through out the entire ordeal he had his family there to support him and urge him to keep fighting. That was until a few weeks ago when they vanished without a trace. After several days of searching by their friends some of whom vanished themselves, he seemed to just give up, especially after hearing reports that there were Jellax in the area. The Jellax as I heard were a strange group of humanoid slime creatures that would supposedly convert and enslave any human they came across. I wondered just how accurate the reports were since some of the footage I've seen of them suggests some sort of higher brain function. But currently that all took as back seat to my patient who was heartbroken. "How are you feeling today Mr. Berkly?" I asked him hoping he was feeling somewhat better "The same as I've been feeling," He replied bitterly "I'm in pain, my family is gone and I'm dying slowly. How do you think I'm feeling? I feel like crap!" "Now there's no need for that language Mr. Berkly" I replied disapprovingly. Mr. Berkly was an elderly man. He was depressed over possibly losing his family to the Jellax. My heart goes out to the poor man "I'm old and dying God damn it!" He yelled angrily."I've suffered so much in the last few months of my life that I've earned the right to curse and swore at a young, arrogant quack like you!" I frowned at him and wrote on my notepad that he was in great pain today. I wish there was more that I could do for him and those like him. But unfortunately there was only so much we could do for him at his current stage. If he had been diagnosed earlier we could have done a lot more for him, and for me, that's what hurt the most. "If you're in pain we can increase your pain killer medication." I said. "I don't want any more medication I want to die damn it!" he exclaimed "I can't do that," I replied. Elderly and advanced or not I wasn't going to lose him to this disease, even if he had stopped fighting it himself. "It goes against everything I ever stood for both as a doctor and as a person." He gave a heavy sigh "I know doc," He relented "But when you're in my position one day God forbid, you'll truly understand why I feel the way I do." Normally doctors try not to get too personal with their patients but for me, it was all too personal. "Try to get some rest Mr. Berkly," I replied, knowing his next round of Chemo was today "You need your strength for the Chemotherapy." He sighed and tried to roll over to his side so he didn't have to look at me "I really wish you would kill me now." He said depressed. Unable to find the will to fight after losing the people closest to him.

I returned to my office on the next floor and started looking through my medical books and catalog's trying to find a treatment option I may have missed. Something I may have overlooked, ANYTHING, but alas nothing. I closed the medical catalog's and books I was looking at and sat back in my chair, my eyes growing heavy. I've had very little sleep ever since the Jellax creatures started their invasion. Even less now that they had been seen not far from here. The same neighborhood Mr. Berkly's family lived before the invasion. The prospect of them coming here was very real. It frightened me to my very core, we would need to move fast if we were to save the patients being treated here, sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford. I shook myself and tried to push it out of my mind. I began to do other things, write prescriptions that needed filling out, filing paper work, anything to keep me awake and my mind of the impending doom that sought to consume us all. I must have fallen asleep because I was awakened by what sounded like laughter. I looked outside to see where the laughter was coming from. Many of the patients on this floor have been here for months. A few weren't expected to make it to the end of their therapy. The hospital staff did what they could to brighten up their days here but I couldn't help but feel somewhat depressed. We were doctors and nurses not miracle workers. It was difficult to accept that sometimes there was nothing we could do except make their last days more comfortable. Anyway I looked down the hall and couldn't see anything. So I left my office to see what was going on. To my shock and absolute horror I found that every patient, nurse and doctor in the west wing of this floor were now green eyed monsters, covered in {or dare I say.....made of} red slime. I panicked and ran down the hall to where Mr. Berkley was. When I got to the room I found Mr. Berkley's bed empty and what seemed to be traces of a reddish substance. I felt chills run down my spine as I froze in fear. I need to get to a fire alarm. I had to get as many of the people out that I could before the entire hospital was over run. I need to get the police, the army the National Guard here to eliminate these monsters. I finally pulled myself together and ran down the hall to try to get to an alarm only to find the way being blocked by more of those creatures. They were spreading like the Plague. I felt my panic turn to overwhelming dread. We weren't that high up it was still and they had already almost converted the entire floor, it was likely they already completely turned the lower levels. I ran back to my office and locked the door. I then got my gun out of my office desk and loaded it. They wouldn't take me alive. No, I wouldn't be a mindless drone. I then pulled out a picture of my girlfriend Diana. Her green eyes looking up at me and her curly brown hair flowing over her shoulders. I remember this picture from our anniversary party last year. It seemed like such a distant memory right now.

I finished loading my gun and looked at the picture, my eyes starting to water up. "Diana," I whispered "Please forgive me." I put the gun to my temple. I could already see a Silhouette outside the window in the door. I started pulling the trigger ready to find out if there really was something on the other side waiting for me. But as I started to fully pull it back I heard a knocking at my door. I stopped for a moment and thought about it. Why would a Jellax knock? They could easily get under the small spaces of a door. The news had shown this. Why knock? I nervously let my finger off the trigger and made my way to the door. There was a second set of knocking. I cautiously opened the door to find one of the creatures standing there patiently. His appearance was that of a 22 year old boy, he wore a blue-green bow-tie around his neck and was smiling at me. "Excuse me." He asked politely "Are you Doctor Moorison?" he asked me politely. He didn't look like a dangerous monster But looks can be deceiving. "Who are you?" I asked him "What do you want from me?" My fear was evident from my tone, but his appearance remained calm and oddly happy. "My name is Mark," He said to me with a smile. "I'm here to spread the joy of-" he stopped in mid sentence and saw the gun in my hand He didn't show fear of it but rather understanding and disappointment. "What were you intending to do what that?" He asked me concerned. Although he didn't sound concerned for himself, but rather for me. "I-" I stammered "I w-was going to put a bullet through my head." I answered honestly. At that his look of concern turned to one of horror "Doctor Moorison," he said to me in a pleading voice "please reconsider, you have so much to live for. Please think about what you'll be doing to your friends and loved ones of you kill yourself." Something struck me, he was talking like a rational human being. At that moment another Jellax, who had the appearance of a young woman, ran up next to him. She had short hair and wore a deep purple bow-tie. Mark turned to her and held her hand "Claire," he said to her "you're just in time." She game him a sad smile. "I know everything already, please Doctor Moorison don't do it. We mean you no harm." "Why shouldn't I?" I retorted "I don't want to be a mindless drone or a brainwashed slave." Mark gently took my hand and took the gun out of it then put it down on my desk. "We're not mindless drones, or slaves." He said to me. "We're simply trying to save humanity from the horrors of being solid flesh." Claire finished. They seemed genuinely concerned about my life even though they barely knew me. "Why should I believe a word you say?" I asked them "I've seen the news reports, they say being turned into one of you is a fate worse then death!" At that they chuckled a little and I couldn't help but blink. "We used to think that way too." Mark said to me, "We used to be just like you, afraid, fully of worry and misinformed." The girl then started to speak "You see, were here on behalf of our queen, Mistress Jamanen." she told me "She only wants people to be happy. She's saving us from the worst parts of being human, disease, loneliness, old age, rejection, greed, hunger and famine."

I stopped being afraid and started being curious "Can I ask you two a question?" I asked them "Sure." Claire answered "Ask away." Mark replied "Why not explain it to people like you did to me?" I enquired at that Clare sighed "Because when we try that they say we're mindless drones or extensions of Mistress Jamanen's will. The only way is to show them." "Of course not everyone is worthy of our gift." Mark added "We don't want rapists or murderers and hard core criminals. We want only good people like you who try to help people. Even if they've given up on themselves." I realized they were talking about Mr. Berkley and looked up at them. "Did you convert Mr. Berkley?" I asked them. "No," Claire responded "His wife did. She came here before us and brought him into our family. Then we got here with the rest of his family who took him home." That confirmed my worst fears, not only was his family changed into Jellax but so was he. "Please don't be sad." Claire said to me putting one hand on my shoulder "When he was changed into a Jellax his cancer was taken away. He's cured, and feels better than he has in many years." This was amazing, if what they were saying was true then Mr. Berkley was reunited with his family and was cured of his cancer. "You can do that?" I asked "Of course," Mark said with a smile, "When we convert someone into a Jellax, what ever medical problems they had are corrected. No one suffers from disease or injury anymore, even if they had them before the change. That's part of the reason we came here. To help the people in here get better." This seemed too good to be true, but yet here they were, bringing joy to many. I couldn't deny that they seemed to be doing much good, the laughter outside was clear evidence of that.

"What's it like being a Jellax?" I asked them and at that their eyes lit up. "It's wonderful." Claire said joyfully "It's like being constantly surrounded by a warm blanket of love and affection. Everyone we know is so much happier like this." "Trust me Doctor Moorison," Mark continues "the feeling of release is amazing. You'll feel like the weight of the world has been taken off your shoulders. No one every has to worry about getting sick or hurt, no one ever feels rejected." "And the best part is" Claire said to me "we're all connected, so we've never alone and since we aren't solid we can move in any way we want and take any form or shape we want." It seemed so perfect, too perfect for my liking, but the promise of being able to help others get better no matter how sick they were was far to tempting of an offer to refuse. I knew they could see the desperation in my eyes. A part of me wanted to run away and reject what they were saying but a larger part of me wanted to believe them and help them.

"Will you please join us?" Claire asked me as she and Mark offered their hands to me. Without a word I took them and they both smiled. Soon I found the red slime crawling up my arms and I panicked a little, but the fear soon subsided as I felt the cool wet slime on my skin. It felt wonderful, it was like nothing I've ever encountered before. Soon it engulfed my chest and neck and started working it's way down my hips and legs as it also creped up my head onto my face. I opened my mouth and let it enter my body and it had the strong taste of cherries. I could feel the change happen as I melted out of my clothes and onto the floor in a puddle of slime all the while hearing many voices welcome me to their family. The most dominant being Jamanen herself. It was everything they promised it would be and even more. I then rose out of the puddle I had become and looked myself over with my green glowing eyes. "See?" Claire asked happily "Much better." and she tied a light brown bow-tie around my neck. "Now instead of fumbling around with silly drugs and treatments you can help everyone here by bringing them into the family." Mark said to me also very happy. They were right I could help them all now. I could heal them all immediately and take away their pain and replace it with joy. I could actually help people instead of watching helplessly as people withered away like my parents and Mr. Berkly. I was very eager and was ready to get started. "Well then," I said to my new friends "Lets get to work."