My almost sunny day of adventure, turned into a pitfall of rain clouds.
Gazing outside the window, Dr. Cullen stitched up the gash on my arm. All of my other cuts and bruises were superficial, but that gash was deep, almost to the bone.
"So tell me the story one more time," Chief Swan (or Charlie when he wasn't working) said, standing in front of the window.
Taking a deep breath I began slowly, "I was bored. I went for a drive and wound up in this place Bella told me about. I walked for a while, came to a clearing and saw a group of wolves playing."
"Playing?"
"Well I guessed they were. They were jumping on each other, but without all the sharp teeth. Anyways, I startled them, they saw me, and then I ran for it."
"And that's all that happened," he said, scrutinizing my face.
"That's all that happened."
Writing something down in his notepad, Chief Swan nodded at Dr. Cullen and myself and bid us a good day.
Mentally kicking myself for mentioning that Bella told me about the clearing, I was worried about the wolves. They really hadn't done anything to hurt me, except scare me into a running panic. Wincing at the stinging in my arm, I felt horrible. I felt like I brought certain death to the wolves.
"Ow!"
"Sorry Caiden. I'm just putting on antibiotic ointment to keep you from getting an infection," Dr. Cullen said in a soothing voice.
"Does it always sting?" I asked, wanting to rub my arm.
"Not usually, but with a gash as deep as yours, I'm surprised your arm doesn't feel like it's on fire right now."
Wanting to feel better about what I told Charlie, I asked the question that I've been dreading an answer to, "Do you think they're going to hunt down the wolves?"
"Yes, I think they will. Even though the wolves haven't actually attacked people, a lot of the townsfolk are threatened by their size. It's very unfortunate for they are beautiful creatures."
"You've seen them?" I asked surprised.
"A few times. I try not to get to close though," he said staring into my eyes. "What you did was a little foolish, Caiden."
Hanging my head in shame, "I know. I just couldn't help it. The one I saw was so beautiful, I just wanted…" I couldn't finish my sentence. Admitting that I wanted to pet the wolf because I felt a connection with it probably wasn't the best thing to admit to a doctor. What I really needed was to talk to Bella, Alice or Angela. They understood connections.
"Am I all set to go Dr. Cullen?"
"Yes, I'll sign you out myself, and I'm going to give you some of the antibiotic ointment I used on your arm. Make sure to put some on every four hours to keep an infection from starting."
"Thank you Dr. Cullen."
"Carlisle dear. Between you and Bella coming in here all the time for stitches, I think it best if we get over the formalities," he said with a smile.
Smiling and nodding, I walked over to the reception counter was signed out, and left in search of one of my friends.
Stepping into my house, I turned on the foyer light. The rain caused my house to become pitch black, and tripping over something and having to go back to the hospital for more stitches wasn't on my ToDo list right now.
Walking into the kitchen I opened the fridge and grabbed the 2% milk container and poured myself a glass. I planned on calling Bella as soon as I got home, but the nerves in my stomach were making me unable to do so.
What if Bella can't understand feeling a connection with an animal?
I didn't know what to think, but I know I had to tell someone.
Sighing, I picked up the phone and dialed Bella's number.
One ring…three rings…four rings…
"Hello," a gruff voice answered.
"Hey Charlie, it's Caiden."
"Ah Caiden, how does your arm feel?"
"A lot better now that it's stitched up. Is Bella home by any chance?" Please let her be home!
"Yeah, hold on one minute."
In the background I could hear Charlie yelling up the stairs for Bella and telling her I was on the phone. Hearing a second phone being picked up my heartbeat quickened, waiting for Charlie to put down his end.
"I've got it Dad," she said. Without even responding Charlie hung up the phone, which I was very grateful for. I was being to lose my nerve again.
"I have something to tell you," I blurted.
"Would it have anything to do about meeting a pack of wolves in the woods?" Bella asked jokingly.
"Yes and no. I figured your dad would already tell you about what happened, but that's not what I need to talk to you about," I was talking very fast now, almost on the verge of rambling. "Bella I know your dad is going to go hunting for the wolves and I just can't let him do that."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I can't really explain it, but I felt something when I looked at one of the wolves. Some type of connection. I tried telling your dad that the wolves didn't try to hurt me at all, but I don't think he believed me. But it's true Bella! They didn't try hurting me; actually the russet one was defending me…"
"Russet wolf," Bella interrupted.
"Yes." I said breathlessly. Getting ready to start up on another long winded ramble, I took a deep breath, but Bella beat me to it.
"Caid, I'm going to help. But right now I have to go make a few phone calls. Don't worry about anything. I can promise you nothing will happen to those wolves. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye Bella and thank you."
Hanging up the phone I felt relieved. Bella was going to help me, and with Bella on my side that almost guaranteed that Charlie wasn't going to go hunting for the wolves. I should've known that Bella was going to help me out and understand like she did. I almost feel a little guilty.
Feeling a headache coming on, I went to my bedroom, took some aspirin, and went to bed.
