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

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

as he glanced at

flash the boy was slammed into the nearest wall with his feet dangling in the

his eyes glowing, "- and I will have your throat slit open," the threat in his voice

in shock and at the open door the boy

he 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

I leaned back slightly a little startled at

was talking about how deep-" Tate stopped talking and he closed his

think about it," he said

shrug and Tate

happened," Tate said his face hard and his jaw suddenly tense

there's no one. No one, who got inside of

as he appeared in front of

and sure enough the gash was gone and

my hands beaming as I caught sight of the corner