You have to know something - I have the flu and throat inflammation, which means sore throat,

headache, pain in every cell of my body, fever and difficulties in thinking and normal functioning.

Overall, I feel like tank ran over to me, so please, be charitably if, what I wrote will not commend to you. :)

Oh, and I'm sorry for all the mistakes, which I could not notice.

Apart from that, I hope, like always, you will enjoy it. ;)


"We have a night duty!" Amber's enthusiasm this time does not pass at me. I force myself to an artificial smile so that she did not ask. I return to borrowed from Leah iPad and a stack of books. "What is it?"
"I have lots of documents on the desk and resection in the morning, I still have to prepare, and I think will not make it up for lost time." I lie, because the procedure during resection I redo two days ago, and I want get rid of her.
"Can I help you?"
"No, thanks. I just need a bit of peace."
What can change the eye color? I know dozens of eye diseases, but only a few can make eye color change.
I skip teeth. It could be an illusion of lack of sleep and lots of coffee.
Or maybe it's not an eye disease, but jaundice?
Yellow anilmal eyes. Google Search.
Animal Eye Care, Difference and Similarities of human eye to animal eye ... Stupidity. Maybe some other way? Uncle Google reportedly knows everything.
Animally yellow eyes humans. Chinese girl with cat dander. Next, unwanted stupidity. Oh, it has to be an explanation, because I'm going crazy! Putting the tablet on the table I accidentally click on the link in the black bar. Graphics.
Yellow eyes. Fangs. Nails and hairs? I laughed when on the screen appeared werewolves pictures. Already I kept a finger on the button to turn off the iPad, but something just occurred to me. Photo of a large wolf.
Isaac has wolf's eyes. My God, they mingled his DNA with the animal's! Wolfish...
"Dr. Lees" I pull away from the device and look questioningly at the nurse. "The patient in practice."
"Where?"
"In one." Great, cast. There is nothing better than setting plaster cast. Oh, God! I am a surgeon!
I do not like when nurse says patient in pactice, especially in room number one. This means that someone (usually drunk) stumbled and broke or cut his hand. Or something like that pattern. BORING! I want something or someone on the table for the operation.
"Melissa is waiting!" Amber yells from the front desk.
Wait, Melissa? This Melissa?! Nurse Melissa of missing patients? Wonderfully ...
A cold shiver runs down my back, because the ward is too quiet. Too quiet. And Melissa did not mention even a word about the patient ... It's my paranoia. I should find a therapist. I take a deep breath and walk inside. I always can start screaming.
"Okay, what we ...?" Melissa clamped her mouth and looks at me meaningfully.
"We need to talk."
"Is something wrong with the patient?" Pretending to be dolly bird is the best thing that comes to mind. I do not know how much Scott told her, or what he said, so it's best to pretend. "Where's the patient?"
"About our mutual friend." Patient who at first glance does not need help, is turning in chair. He's a man of my age and definitely does not need a doctor. "About Isaac Lahey."
"Who are you?"
"Derek Hale, I'm his friend. Can we talk? "The tone of his voice suggested that I could not refuse. Melissa comes out with a strange expression. Great, I gotten myself into even more troubles. He do not expect that I just sit in a chair and say, 'speak', but that's what I do. Isaac hook up with Scott, so Melissa and her friend probably do not want to hurt him. "What did you see today?"
"A lot of strange things. For example, a man who swallowed a teaspoon. "Now I do not pretend dolly bird. I'm just angry and ironic. "Isaac has some troubles?"
"It depends ..."
"From what? How many people know about him? Does anyone finds out unwelcome and will report to someone? I understand that he does not want to disclose himself. "
Derek settles down even more and leans toward me. His eyes freezes my blood. But at the same time hypnotize.
"How did you find out? Did he tell you? "
"I added two and two together and I used the imagination." I told him leaning against back of the chair. "I do not want to inconvenience his problems ... On the contrary."
"Contrary?"
"I removed the documents from the date of his admission like he did not take part in an accident." I explained, and I felt relieved. The first time I did something against the law in the hospital. I explained to myself that it was for his own good. Derek looked at me baffled and frowns.
"And being a werewolf was not a shock to you?"
"What werewolves? I thought you were a victim of a soldier ... "
"Dr. Lees, do you have a call."
"Again plaster?!"
"I do not. The sheriff brought the body to the morgue. "
Oh, polish me off.

I ran hand over dark-haired boy. John could already come back from the exemption. Damn flu. By this I can not focus on being a doctor. I open the body bag, when I hear a knock at the door. In Derek's face I see, that he is confused or scared. I regret that he said a word too much.
"Werewolves? Really? 'I asked, incredulous. Because where I've seen them? Only in the movies and books. Derek lowers his head, and something tells me that this is not a silly joke. "This is not a joke?"
"No." Derek blinked and changed color from dark brown to red. Blood-red.
"Ok ... Look, it does not change anything. I'm not going to talk about it to anyone. I don't care about who you are. Really. "
"I know." He responds after a moment, what intrigues me. I think I say something that would tell someone dishonest to look like honest person? And he does not have any suspicion? "I can hear your heartbeat. You speak the truth. "
"Great ... if you do not mind I would like to go back to my pretty mundane work." I'm a little bit shocked. My awareness still has not arrived to me.


"Straight to bed, okay?" His concern reminds me that James is a little bit too much worried about me and I realize once again what is connected with this.
"Thank you." I quickly nod my head and someway get out. At the door, Leah takes over me, terrified by my view. "What?"
"Have you seen yourself in the mirror?"
I don't answer, just go up the stairs to my room. Charlie is already lying on my bed. I lie down beside him and scratch behind the ear. His grunts of satisfaction works incredibly soothing to my shattered nerves. Despite the fatigue, I can't sleep. Werewolves. I'm confused and squirm for half the night, and this teases my dog. He jumps up from the bed and starts snarl.
"Ellie." Leah leans out from behind the door. I raise my head and I am looking for watch. 3:12. Great, night conversation. She enters and sits on my bed. "Is something that you want to talk about?"
" I? Why do you think so? " I ask are still being on the border between reality and dream. Leah is worried about me, as I will be worry about her and it is amazing. Knowledge that someone is worries about you.
"Because I know you a little." I smile with her. Practically all my life. "It's not about Glen, right?"
I sigh heavily and roll my eyes. Why does everyone unload for this all my problems? Even if I was angry because in the store does not have my favorite yogurt everyone will ask, is it by Glen.
"Why does everything always has to come down to Glen?" I ask exasperated. Leah looks pointedly at my cheeks and wipe them with a tissue. "Leah, since Monday I haven't slept all night. I have right to be sleepy, and you know very well, that tears drop with my eyes, when I can't sleep." I get up of bed and put on first founded running pants and too large, masculine t-shirt.
"Where are you going?"
"Run some, cause I will go mad." I look to Mila's room. Charlie sleeps with Mila, so I do not wake him. Leah doesn't say anything, because she knows that could just worsen the situation. She waits for me at the door with a bottle of water and tells to be careful.
I do not know or it's my stupidity or involuntarily I head into the forest, and when I realize where I am, it is too late. I'm in the middle of a forest, at night, alone, and somewhere in the bushes can sit the damn wolf. He will tear me and leave. In the morning someone will find me. I'll finish up in my own morgue. As a victim. Could anything be more pathetic? Great.
I am heading back toward the road and the city when I am overcome by paranoia. Adrenaline hits to all my senses. I hear something in the trees, rustling. It seems to me that I see someone's posture, but it is too dark to get a better look.
I hear a growl. Wolf. I knew it. I just knew that once I trail in because of my stupidity and all spontaneous decisions. If I start to run he will chase me. If I will stay a pin he will throw , then straight into my throat. I should go to survival camps as dad wanted.
I run every day. I can deal with long spacers. I run.
I hear something like a mixture of roaring and growling. He's chasing me. I try to speed up. It helps me to another adrenaline rush. I hear that he is getting closer and I recall a bottle of water. Carefully I look back and I throw it into his head.
Then something hit in my right arm and decks me to the ground. It's not a wolf. This pair of wolves, and maybe even the whole pack.
I raise my aching head and I see in the dark, a pair of shiny, yellow eyes. Not a wolf. I saw this before. But it is not Isaac. It's a girl with long, straight hair. Oh, my goodness, there are more. Boy joins for her. He is much bigger posture than Isaac, but I think he is dark-skinned, so I reject the one who came today to the morgue. I should be afraid for my live, try to escape, but instead of that I'm counting how many victims of this genetic experiments may still exist.
The girl sticks nails in my shoulder blade and my sober sense backs. I scream in pain because in muscle gets, and maybe even a few more. She sticks them a little tighter and squeezes fingers. I don't control screaming and tears. It hurts. And more and stronger. I feel the how blood drift trickles down my back. The nails on the other hand sticks down and I can't move. She plays with me just like Charlie used to torture mouse in the garden.
I hear the another roar. The girl threw me to the ground. I think she damaged me some ribs and other bones.
There are three more forms, it gets confusing. I can feel how atmosphere between the newcomers and the girl and boy thickens.
They are not people. They are not animals. They leave me and get busy each other. I want to move, but she had to something decent damage, a nerve or muscle. I can't move away even the meter. Any attempt to move to just crawl, causes another wave of pain. I'm totally lost. After a while I could not even move my head and the I hear alternately growling, whining, and the strange roar.
Suddenly my eyes went black and I felt that I rise up. Is this how it feels dying man? I work in a hospital, sometimes people die on the operating table, but I never think about what happens to these people then. Before I finish resuscitation before I move away, give up, and pronounce somebody's death. Do they know? Do they physically feel how life goes out of their bodies, leaving them?
"Hey, open ..." voice seems familiar but is too weak to call this person to mind. "Hey!" That someone shamelessly interrupts me enjoying this blissful feeling.
I feel burning on cheek and involuntarily open my eyes.
"Hold on, okay?" Ok, but I just do not know if I can make it. I try with all my strength. I land in car. I watch over to don't lose myself again in blissful darkness. I focus on the sound of the engine, screeching and a few swearwords said by my savior. During braking I hit against something and I would like to hiss in pain, but I do not even know if anyone could hear it. As if my mind break away from the body. That's the death?
Hard Light. The light in the tunnel, which I should not go to? I always thought that it looks more epic. Without tinnitus and pain, in blissful oblivion and unconsciousness. The brightness blinded me and reminds important thing - I do not want to die yet. I can not move, so I force myself to turn my head to the side. I want to live.
Something, which burns my hands, is packing into to my veins. Spreads throughout the body. Burns. When it comes to the lungs and chest I want to scream.
I'm screaming, hoick up, I hit against something and finally open my eyes. I hit and I broke a lamp. On the forehead I feel fresh wound. Another place where the blood flows out.
"It's all right." Dark-skinned man carefully puts me back on my back. It hurts even more than disinfecting new wound. "Let me see the rest." His voice is very soothing. I nod, but I'm able to just turn my head to the side. Then I see that apart from him there are Derek and another men. Derek helps me to lie on the side. "It doesn't look good." States my physician and proceed to clean next wound.
"Ahh," I hiss and I dig nails into his forearm to the blood and immediately withdraw my hand. Soon there is no trace after them, even scar.
"Relax." He asks putting his hand on my shoulder. It works like painkiller, it takes part of my pain.
"Relax?! It hurts! "
"Please, calm down. It's almost ready."
I bit teeth when this one with medical knowledge starts to lay sutures.

"Let him in'." It begins to dawn, when I land in my soft bed that smells lavender, and Charlie squeaks behind door. He seems surprised and looks at me incoherently. "In a minute he will howl and wake everyone." Derek opens the door. Charlie suddenly breaks his silent snarl. He comes in with a curled up tail and bowed head. "What did you do to him?" His eyes are red. Not animal like others like him, but the blood-red.
"I am the alpha."
"Alpha? The alpha male. Like real wolves? "
"Exactly."
"What else? Vampires, unicorns, mermaids, zombies, monsters from the Scooby Doo? "
"Only the werewolves ... for now." I raise my head and after a while I realize what he just said, what happened at night. I have million questions but I feel very weak.
"I thought that you exist only in books and movies. Is there more people like you?"
"Yes."
"Here? In Beacon Hills?"
"On the whole Earth."
Shake out after such a portion of information takes a while. It's amazing that they are hiding and they are unnoticed. I pat the place beside me. I want to know more. My curiosity is very hungry for new knowledge.
"You owe me some explanations, after all." What surprises after a moment he sits down on the edge of my bed. I think he is not very happy. "How long you are a werewolf?"
"Since the birth."
"No bite?!" It is unbelievable that someone bite newborn baby. I try to remember every book with werewolves and how heroes become supernatural creatures. There always was bite. He smiles first time since I met him. Definitely he should smile more.
"No. I inherited it from my parents. But I can turn people by bite."
"That's pretty incredible."
"I think it is enough for now. Your sister just woke up."
"Derek, You know that I want to know more, right?"
"Just sleep some. It was long night."
Again he smiles and jumps out the window directly onto the grass.