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"When can I get out of here?" She asked. Her voice overflowing with a temperate and mellow like quality. As a result to the young girls tempestuous verbal outburst, this making the doctor jump. He was ever so carefully checking her blood tests, and how outlandish and drastic her results came out with was so barbaric for the doctors liking.

The staff intensely grew to the patients odd condition. It wasn't as if they're pupils hadn't witnessed the irrational symptoms before. In fact, due to much research on the sheriffs part, the same conditions are brought in on the same occasions.

What was odd to all was every month, on a full moon to be precise, the attacks would be brought in. A mountain lion would be an positive understatement. All knew. Though, one would chose to believe it was so, was possessed upon themselves.

The male doctor jumped at her sudden voice, as he was undeniably concluded she was in a deep slumber. To make matters frighting, it was the first her eyes had been opened since the mauling. His back, which was towards her shifted straight as his spine couldn't help but follow. His heels turned, a small device in one hand, in the other was occupied by a large open clip board.

She looked so weary and fatigued that the male almost wanted to inject an amount of sleeping gas into her. Her vile wounds told him enough that numbness was in definite order. His grip on the small machine almost fell out his hands he was so appalled at her awakening.

"Ms. Martin," a small grin token over his mood gleefully. "You're awake." She didn't say anything, only looked around slowly at the sight of the badly decorated hospital room. It wasn't the hospital where every look was a blinding white. The walls were gingerly painted a soft tan, making it easier on her new- born eyes.

"Um... you won't be leaving until the tests' are complete. How do you feel?" He asked her, taking a seat by her bedside. Thus, making her eye sight shift towards his interested body with an anxious facial expression.

"Scared..." she whispered. The male ducking his brows in deeply. He sat to the edge of the soft, maroon cushion, taking his sight on the girl closely. He licked his lips before choosing his words with so much care he forgot he was speaking with a 17 year old teenager who was attacked by a strange beast preciously a week ago.

"Of what?" He asked. Choosing his specific verbal encounter wisely, that maybe she remembered the animal, and would tell him about it. This only making the girl whimper in fear. He stood, dropping the clip board and the machine on the cushioned seat, as he made way to the other side of her bed. Both hands carefully gripping her shoulders.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "Ma'am..." he released her shoulders, and took a step back. "Are you alright?"

"You're the doctor... you tell me." She replied. Her confidence rising, as both hands balled into tight fists'.

"Dr. Luis, the results to patient 344 has arrived bu-" the male stopped. His tightened knuckles on the similar clip board Dr. Luis owned soon met the hard tile. His breath was hitched, as he took in the woken, wounded girl.

"Ms. Martin..." his voice was weary, uncertain on what his mind would come up with to say next. "You're awake. And alive..." He laughed with his voice. This making the effect on the girl nod.

"All symptoms we were going for, right Dr. Smith?" Dr. Luis asked. His thin line that was better know as his mouth, due to the girls witty remark about herself, turned into a gleeful smile. The corners of his lips ducked under, his young age marking with small wrinkles around his mouth due to overly stress at work. This, unsurprising to him.

"Yes, yes. Magnificent. How did you do it?" He asked, abandoning his clip board and walking towards the oblivious girl. Her cation on him was high, as it was for Dr. Luis. Though it was odd. In most cases she would respect the doctors. Feel noting but relaxed towards them.

But with her life on the line, she couldn't help her nerves on high. Her father being a heart surgeon, making her view on the medical practitioner job grow with respect and honor.

"I didn't, actually. She woke up on her own..." He grinned, putting his hands in his pockets on the white doctors coat. "She's a fighter. A strong one."

Lydia couldn't help but smile. All her life she would try her hardest to be the best. Weather it be in her parents eyes, Jackson's eyes, or simply her teachers eyes. Being the highest stander of the group took a lot. And doing so, she had to give it all she had.

"Indeed. How are you feeling, Lydia?" He asked, taking the opposite seat as Dr. Luis had, him inched towards the end of the cushion as was the other male.

"Dr. Smith-" Dr. Luis began.

"It isn't like are jobs are on the line. I'm simply comforting her. After all her life was almost to a drastic end."

"Comforting..." her sarcasm slipping under her tongue and out her mouth was simply an accident. But it wasn't as if she was regretting her choice. These men looked at her like she was an animal. And perhaps, the wounds and scratches may be from one, but it didn't make her one. Or, so she thought...

The two men turned towards her at the sudden words. "My apologies..." It was then she truly recognized his British accent. It wasn't thick and completely noticeable, but it was pointed out as if for a brief amount of time he'd lived in London.

"Dr. Smith, I think letting her catch her sleep is best..." Dr. Luis began to grab the small device and clip board from the seat, and was now standing in the doorway. Leaning casually on the door-frame, he watched as Dr. Smith stood, looking her over once more.

"Catch her sleep, she's been slumbering for a whole week now. I think tests' would be in order." His voice turning demanding.

"A week?" She asked. The dread in her eyes widening suddenly at Mr. Smiths choice in verbal abuse. "I-I was asleep for a whole week? How did I eat how did I drink?"

"Ms. Martin, no need to fret." Dr. Luis pushed his body off the door frame, "You we're currently in a coma. When you hit your head, you lost quiet a lot of blood. Not to mention the wounds. You were in a minor shock. There was nothing we could do but wait and clean you up."

"But-" she asked, her breathing increasing.

"We injected your immune system with a food chemical. It aloud your blood to eat and drink without physically doing so. You don't have to eat with your mouth in order to be nutrient and hydrated. " Dr. Luis added, noting her sudden fear.

She didn't say anything, only settled down. Sinking comfortably into the pillow that rested on her upper back. "We'll return in the morning Ms. Martin. I suggest sleeping is best." The two stepped back and out of the room, leaving her.

Though she wasn't completely alone. The large windows to her right were overpowered with nurses, and doctors. But her eyes were holding so much, gravity took it's place, and her eyelids soon covered the light room. Though, not doing the best of job. The light shinning through her eyes lids gave a weak distraction to slumber, but she did so. And she didn't want to awake. Ever.

-Teen Wolf-

Her eyes rose. Meeting the blinding light she observed a doctor. He seemed to be distracted as he talked with a female nurse. Her side holding up the clip board the hospital was so famous for, as her hand held it up for her eye sight to see. While her left hand began to scribble down the information she was taking in, her eyes looked up to meet his for a brief second. Only, looking behind his shoulder she spotted the girls' eyes to be indeed open.

"He was right," she scoffed under her breath. Stopping her pen from writing any more, her eyes and Lydia's met.

"-Tell him to surgically-" but he stopped, as her eyes weren't on him, but behind him. He turned subconsciously and curiously.

"Dr. Luis was accurate, she was awake..." Her breathed out. "B-but how? The wounds on her have been bleeding more sir." This, making her uncomfortable, she whispered: "Dr. Brown thinks she's infected with External Bleeding. It's a slower processor than what we've experienced which is strange. I-I mean with continuous bleeding it's rapid and non-stop-"

"Yes. The majority of them are women with period problems. Not by scratches." The doctor interrupted in her same tone.

"Yes but..." her head turned towards Lydia who was taking it upon herself to change the channels on the television. "But the clean up crew is constantly changing her bandages."

"How constant?" He asked.

"Three times a day, Larry." Her voice was sharp. "If we don't do anything about it she will die of loss of blood. And that thing out there will not stop until everyone's dead. He's killed almost 5 innocent lives, and we're still trying to figure out what the hell it is."

He breathed out loudly, "she hasn't been vomiting, obviously. Which is a sign that she's not under the External bleeding process-"

"She's under Atrial bleeding, sir. Obviously not in which it's bursting but slowly." She replied.

"Alright... tell Dr. Luis to find her direct presser point... he knows what to do next." He sighed, and looked behind his shoulder.

She nodded, her head, and walked out the room with the doctor. Lydia's eyes widened. "External bleeding?" She asked herself, looking down. She lifted up the white doctors wear in seeing the large bandage cover the majority of her forearm.

Her fingers couldn't help but dance freely around the tight bandage. She could only imagine the wound itself. Seeing a black scar staring at her, taunting her. Her head turned towards the wall of windows, watching as the doctor and nurse that visited her a moment ago walked down the hallway. Chatting away.

But her eyes focused on her parents. They sat in the patients room that was see-able from her window. Her mother took a good five seats away from her father. Whom he had his hands covering his face. His sharp elbows sat on his knees, and his body was hunched over.

Lydia's mother, however, took a different approach. Her face had been painted a daring red from the crying she did. Her right hand had been covering her mouth, as her eyes had been locked shut. Her legs were crossed over, and she didn't make one move.

She scanned the room, only seeing parents and friends for others. She didn't see Jackson. Nor did she spot Allison. What a true friend...

"Mom..." she spoke softly. That's all she wanted, was her mother. As much as she loved her father her heart has been taking on her mother. Ever since the dramatic divorce, her father had left without a simple goodbye.

She was to take her father every other weekend, while weekdays and free weekends were left with her mom. The conversation with her father had been awkward, and most the time it'd be him asking. Trying to start a relationship with his daughter. She refused.

He would always be her father, but he'd never be her dad.

Lydia watched as the room with merely six, only two for her, people waited, was now eight. She was startled to see Scott McCall, and Stiles Stilinski enter. Both obviously feeling awkward as her parents didn't bother to look up at them, so they sat.

They came for me.

I have school tomorrow. And I know my teachers are going to give me homework so an update by tomorrow will most likely be impossible since I have marching band practice right after until 5:30. So, I decided, a new school year, a new story. I hope to finish this one.

IMPORTANT! If you liked my other stories, and you want me to complete them, please tell me. I simply lost ideas and hope, but I'd be happy to lend them towards you if you would re-write, or simply take my ideas. But please message me to do so, because I'm still thinking of ideas for them.

I'm actually looking forward towards school. There's simply nothing to do this summer anymore. Plus, despite all the TV shows, I actually like high school. Is that odd? Most likely...

Reviews would make me smile. And I will give you a hug if you do...