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Emma grunted as Beck pushed her towards the door. “What the hell. I just got here. Why are you trying to force me out the door.”

“You don’t understand. You need to get out of here. We need to get everyone out of here.” He slammed into her as he tried to get her through the doorway. “You don’t know what is happening!”

Emma elbowed him in the gut. “I know you are keeping me from my patients.” She snorted as she walked past him. “I was called in because there was some kind of crisis here at the hospital. If you are so scared, go take a vacation day.”

He reached out and grabbed her pant leg. “But. . . the blueberries.”

“What? You are hysterical.” She rolled her eyes as she shook herself free. “Now I have a job to do. Stop trying to get in my way already.”

“But. . .” He sighed as he watched her go. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you swell into a giant blueberry.”

Emma rolled her eyes as she put her hands into her pockets. “I am going to have to talk to someone about him. If he is going to go around acting that way, he is going to turn his hospital into a scare ward. I mean, we have kids that come here, for god’s sake. They can’t. . .” She blinked her blue eyes as she turned the corner. “Hey, where is everyone? I should have seen someone by now.” Emma looked down at the floor, noticing sticky blue liquid trailing towards the east wing. “That is strange.”

She knelt down and ran her finger in the liquid. “Hmm, this isn’t any type of medical liquid I know of. Maybe some of the kitchen staff had an accident.” She sniffed her finger. “Most likely. This reeks of blueberries.” Emma stood up and wiped the juice on her coat, staining it blue. “I am guessing that is why Beck was freaking out over blueberries.” She laughed. “He always did scare easily.”

Emma turned a corner and gasped. “Oh my god! Are you ok?” She scratched at the side of her chin, unable to believe what was in front of her. “How are you even. . .”

The blue-skinned woman strutted towards her, blue liquid dripping from her nipples. “Oh, I am alright, darling. Perfectly juicy.”

Emma shook her head. “How can you be alright. You are all blue and. . .” The woman put her finger to Emma’s lips.

“Oh, come on now.” She kissed Emma, her tongue swimming in Emma’s mouth and blueberries filling Emma’s senses. The woman then pulled away and smiled. “This isn’t so bad. And soon you will enjoy it too.” She giggled.

Emma pushed away. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She narrowed her eyes. “Noel?

Is that you?”

“In the juice. Oh, darling, you are going to love being a blueberry.” She turned around. “Now I have more juicy ladies to find, more blueberries to juice.” She moaned. “I have such a long day ahead of me. Unless you want to. . . juice me, baby.”

“What? No. What is wrong with you.” Emma rubbed her forehead. “Look, we need to get you some help now.”

Noel giggled. “Aren’t you cute?” She grabbed Emma’s cheek, her gigantic blue boobs and belly pressing against her body. “You help me? You are the one that needs help, darling. And it is why I am here to free you.”

Emma snorted. “I don’t know what you are talking about. But maybe juicing you will be a good idea. I don’t think all of that blueberry juice inside of you is healthy.” She took a deep breath. “Besides, I think giving those big blue boobs of yours a healthy squeeze might be good for your system.” Emma blinked her eyes. “Ughh, that isn’t what I meant to say.”

Noel smiled. “But it is darling.”