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.

ready to tell him to go shove

he saw the boy next to

was just attending to this student," he said as he glanced at Tate

into the nearest wall

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

in shock and at the

was just helping me," I said in an awkward mumble as Tate appeared in front of me, eyes dark as both of his arms were on both sides of

sneered and I leaned back slightly a little

and he closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath as his

to think about it," he said standing up and

don't," I said with a shrug

happened," Tate said his face hard and

one, who got inside

he appeared in front of me and cupped

sure enough the gash was gone and all

fast healer!" I said clapping my hands beaming as I