There was a large amount of men in Bran's room with him as I handed him his medication. One thing that I had already picked up on with Bran is that he doesn't like to show his weakness in front of others. To spare both of us the trouble that would come later I simply watched Bran take his pills before leaving the room. The men came and went throughout the house getting Bran anything that he needed giving me a break. The next few days went the same giving me a chance to explore the town a bit and get some things for the house that we needed. No one was really that friendly and they could hardly be held liable for that considering I am a stranger. Still I managed to find my way home and put everything away before I had to start dinner.
Every night went the same though, the prank pages at hours of the night never allowing me to get enough sleep. My temper continued to decrease at an impressive level and Bran seemed to enjoy every second of it. It got to the point where Bran started to page me during the day and simply grinned at me when I checked on him. Becoming unprofessional I began to mutter curses at him under my breath that made him laugh every time. The first few times I stared at him panicked. Each time there would be the smallest spark of light in his eyes that gave me some hope that I was doing something right. What I couldn't understand is how he heard what I said since I barely heard what I said myself.
When I realized that he wasn't going to get me fired I didn't panic so much, though I did watch his reactions. The most frustrated I got the more he seemed to enjoy himself leaving me utterly confused. To be honest my brain couldn't figure out what the man wanted from me; he wanted nothing to do with me other than making me angry. Charles simply grinned whenever I mentioned anything about what was going on while he was gone. No one else seemed to say anything about it either, though there were looks that I didn't understand. People started to come around a little bit more and even have a small conversation now and then with me. What they didn't think that I picked up on were the whispers that seemed to follow me the second that I left the house.
Before long I couldn't contain myself anymore and for the first time in just over a month I turned on my laptop. Charles had already given me the password to the internet, so it didn't take long to sign onto the internet. Then I went to the search engine and typed in a few words that I associated with Bran in the last little while. Super hearing, quicken healing, increased hunger, then hit the search button and held my breath. My heart was beating rather quickly praying that I didn't get the same results that I had gotten in my head. Before I could even read the first link my pager went off earning a groan from me as I hung my head.
"Bran Cornick if yo don't get better soon I swear I will hurt you more then you are hurting now." I grumbled to myself as I started to his room.
"Having trouble relaxing?" Bran asked clearly amused when I opened the door to check on him.
I took a deep breath and checked him over before going back to my room ignoring the rude comments that followed behind me. I grumbled the whole way back to my room about 'men having nothing better to do but pick on women when they're bored.' That earned me another laugh that told me Bran had heard me from over when feet away which was way too weird. Sitting back down on the bed I glanced at my laptop before clicking on the first link and watched the information pop up. In big letters across the top of my screen is the one word I really didn't want to see in big bold letters, Werewolves. Trying to stay calm I read through a few websites and couldn't deny what I already knew.
Now that I knew what he was I thought about what the others had been saying and who the others were. How many of the men that came over were werewolves? How many times a day I have put my life in danger just being here? That night I didn't need to Bran to keep me awake or the next few nights trying to figure just what I was going to do. Bran was getting better a lot faster then he was letting on, but I already knew how fast he was healing. With a month or so he would be completely healed, though the abuse his body went through he shouldn't be better for well over a year if he worked with me when it came to the trying to walk and use his arms again. Bran did played injured very well I was a lot better at my job then he realized though I would never say anything.
When he thought I was asleep or too busy to pay attention to him I could hear him moving around upstairs. It didn't sound like he was walking yet, his legs would be one of the last things to heal completely. There were a lot of things I didn't know about Bran, but the only thing I really knew was that the only time I really let myself go is when Bran Cornick frustrates me. The light in his eyes stayed a little longer each time that we would argue leaving me to really wonder what is going on. When I realized the next thing that I truly knew I was making dinner from Bran and me listening to him complain to Charles as he brought him outside. A smile spread over my face listening to the men argue thinking just how cute Bran is when he argued.