Werewolf Committee

"Am I dying?" I ask dramatically with the back of my hand against my forehead.

"No, Miss Weitzel. You'll live," the young paramedic said with a smile as he patted the moist cloth onto the bottom of my leg.

After the math room was attacked by well-rocks, the math teacher who's name was Mr Boyle, called the paramedics in the building and now here I was sitting on the white bed in a mini hospital looking room.

"Its pretty deep. You might need stitches," he said his award winning smile in place.

"That deep?" I groaned. I've never gotten stitches before. But according to my dear friend Lily back from my old school, it was very painful.

Oh Lord.

"Yeah," the boy said sounding breathless, "-very, very deep," he said in a low tone and I looked at him weirdly.

I was going to dismiss his strange behaviour, however his hand rode up my leg ever so slightly and I jumped back.

"You know if you could just call the doctor and leave that would be great," I said uncomfortable and squirmed in my seat.

I was ready to tell him

and once he saw the boy next to me he took in a sharp breath and his eyes

said as he glanced at Tate and then back at my

into the nearest wall

Tate hissed his eyes glowing, "- and I will have your throat slit open," the threat in his voice was clear and once Tate let go of the

and at

he was just helping me," I said in an awkward mumble as Tate appeared in front

back slightly a little startled at

he was talking about how deep-" Tate stopped talking and he closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath as

think about it," he said

said with a shrug and Tate

heard what happened," Tate said his face hard and

No one, who got inside of the territory," Tate said in disbelief and I listened

he said fuming as he appeared in front

little confused. I looked down and sure enough the gash was gone and all

clapping my hands beaming as I caught sight of the corner of