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

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

was just attending to this student," he said as he

into the nearest wall with

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 boys collar he bowed his

and at the open door the boy ran out

helping me," I said in an awkward mumble as Tate appeared in front of me, eyes dark

sneered and I leaned back slightly a

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

even want to think about it," he said standing

I said with a shrug and Tate gave me

said his face hard and his jaw suddenly

one. No one, who got inside of the

as he appeared in

asked a little confused. I looked down and sure enough the gash was gone and all that remained was dried up blood and what

a fast healer!" I said clapping my hands beaming as I caught sight of