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.

he didn't move I was ready

appear in the room and once he saw the boy next to

he said as he glanced at

slammed into the nearest wall

"- and I will have your throat slit open," the threat in his voice was clear and once Tate let go of the boys collar he bowed his

in shock and at the open door the boy

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

sneered and I leaned back slightly a

deep-" Tate stopped talking and he closed his eyes, inhaling

about it," he said

with a shrug

face hard and his jaw suddenly tense I was

and everything. But there's no one. No one, who got inside of the territory," Tate said in disbelief

leg," he said fuming as he appeared in front

down and sure enough the gash was gone and

like I'm a fast healer!" I said clapping my hands beaming as I caught