Ugh... Man my head was pounding... The voices only did very little to stop that. Slowly I began to open my eyes, wincing slightly as I was met with direct artificial light. It took a while, but my vision soon cleared so I could see my surroundings a lot better then what I could before. I was in a room that I didn't recognize. Completely overcome by the warm temperature of my body. Where was I?

I sat up, ignoring the head rush that followed, and listened intently to the pople talking outside in the hallway. Paul... And um, someone else? A voice that I didn't recognize. Whatever, not that it mattered much, as the voices died down soon after my listening and the only one to walk in anyway was Paul. And damn... PAUL! I mean, he's always been attractive but... God, there was just something about him now that almost managed to take my breath away.

I'm just gonna put it bluntly...

I wanted to jump him.

A sharp pain stabbed through my chest as I leaned slightly forward, causing me to lye back and become suddenly aware of my near-nakedness. Really, the only thing that covered my body was a guys shirt and a blanket that was pulled up to my waist. I grabbed the fabric and laced it up until it was touching my chin.

Just in case...

"You're awake." He smiled, sitting down beside me carefully and moving a strand of hair away from my face.

"Unfortunately" I responded, my voice shaky, "I'm in a lot of pain..."

His smile slipped at the mention of pain and I right away regretted saying anything. I had opened my mouth to rebut the statement, but of course he cut me off.

'Yeah that... Usually happens after..." He mumbled off, and memories of what happened to put me in this state came flooding back to me.

"So it wasn't just a dream then..." I sighed, shifting my weight to one side so I was no longer facing him. The wolf thing was already freaky as hell, but what I really hated myself for was the fact that I could've really hurt him.

-Mentally kills self-

I jumped a bit in alarm as I felt the covers move slightly, the mattress squeaked in protest as he lied down beside me.

"Don't worry about what happened. I still lose my cool all the time, and I've been able to phase for awhile now."

I sighed at his desperate attempt to calm me down, and nuzzled my head into his chest. His arms swinging tightly around me, keeping me close. I still hated myself for what happened, but he seemed stressed enough without me becoming a constant downer. I looked up at him and traced the hard features of his face with my finger, smiling as he closed his eyes and leaned closer into my touch.

"I'm guessing were at your place right now, then?" I stated, more then asked. My hand had fallen back comfortably on his built chest, a feeling that I could definitely get used to.

"Yep, your dad was freaking out when he found out what happened. Figured you wouldn't want to wake up to that drama..."

I was then so aware of how horrible I felt. My eyes were barely able to stay fully open, I felt nauseous and my head was just pounding. A little better then when I first woke up, but still really painful. Don't even get me started about my limbs. They just ached to the high heavens. Nervously I cleared my throat and uttered the next question on my mind:

"How long have I been out?"

He waited a minute before responding, "About two days? It's hard to keep track of the time when..." His nose wrinkled a bit at the thought, "When you're worried."

Two days? Two wasted days in bed? Was I properly fed? Who took care of me? More importantly, why was I out for so long? These questions and many more flew through my head.

"I'm not stupid, y'know? We got a doctor..."

A doctor? Thank god.

"Was that who you were talking to just now?" He nodded yes in response and I fell back, relieved. ", the best we could find around here... Said you'd be fine after a few more days, and... We'll you remember that girl, right?" He stared at me then, his eyes holding a faint hint of anger that was clearly not directed towards me.

Yeah, of course I knew who he was talking about. The girl I fought so hard to defend, the one that crazily ended up biting my neck... I motioned for him to finish the sentence with my eyes, which turned to a steady glare. SO help me god if they ended up killing her after all the trouble I went through to keep her alive...

"She's a vampire..."

We'll... I wasn't really expecting that...