My Planet, Not Yours

After the fifth shock, the EKG stopped beeping and let out a long, shrill whine. Gwen buried her face in Max's shirt, tears falling down her face. "Time of death—" Then, to everyone's shock, Ben abruptly sat up... but his hair and the edges of his face were streaked with royal green. He held up his hand and examined it, flexing his fingers. "This... is smaller."