Sometime later there was a light shaking of my shoulder.
"Hey, HEY. Wake up already big guy" said a voice from nearby. It was enough to get my brain moving. I must have been dosed with some pain killers though because I was still groggy and lagging even though I knew I needed to move, get out, and get the pack.
"Come on I though you guys were tough, you NEED to wake up."
I blink in response. Who the hell would have the nerve? My eyes open, still bleary, but open. I see a woman of average hight, pale complexion, with dark hair that had been braided and hung over on shoulder, who was wearing hospital scrubs. Guess thats who has the nerve. She also seems unmoved by my glare.
"Good, that got your attention. Can you understand me?" she says sounding pleased. The corner of her mouth twitches up when I narrow the glare.
"Look I've done what I can to heal you," at that my look turns questioning and I grunt. She did what she could to heal me? That is an odd phrasing even in a hospital for this day and age.
"They were going to take you into surgery, we both know thats not a great idea, not for your kind. I moved you here and healed you best I could so quickly. Your internal wounds, Broken arm, the knife wound, and concussion are healed. I helped the ribs along so they are not broken, but they are still fractured. This isn't a place they will look for you so you still have some time to recover. Given what I was able to do and your heightened healing you should be able to walk out of here pretty soon, maybe twenty minutes or so." She looked sincere. I was in a darker hospital room with the blinds drawn and no machines attacked to me. It was quiet here too. I couldn't make out the usual hospital sounds nearby so this must be an isolated area.
What the hell is going one? I'm still trying to work my way out of the mental fog and this is not helping. True I don't feel like I'm in the shape that I was in the last time I was awake. But Healed? She thinks she healed the damage from a truck ramming into me?
"I was able to get to you before anyone drew any of your blood, so you don't have to worry about that. Your clothes and belongings are over there" she points to the table on the far wall with a bundle that looks like my clothes. "When you are able to you can just go. You'll just be another patient who bolted. No one will really have the time to look into it to and find you. Will you be ok if I leave you here?" She pauses at that.
A deep sigh is followed by "Well, what I really mean is are you able to keep your self in check and get out without going fuzzy and hurting anyone?" somehow she manages to say all of this as if it was a normal every day thing. As though she has this kind of conversation regularly. I'm alarmed to say the least. What does she know, and how does she know it?
"ARE. YOU. GOOD? I need to be sure I can leave you here." I grunt an affirmative. This is a matter I should take to the Alpha and deal with when I'm not drugged and dealing with injuries. He would know better what to do and how to determine what's going on with this nurse, or psych ward escapee whichever it turns out to be.
She starts to gather up some stuff. I start to test my mobility. The sooner I'm out of here and get ahold of my Jeremy and the pack the better.
My head is swimming so I don't hear what I should have in that moment.
The door to the room we are in bangs open with the force of someone trying to prove how big and bad they are. No real surprise its Jack and a man that looks enough like him to be related. Both look ready to throw down. It's clear they are looking to finish the job they started on me.
FUCK! The nurse is between us. Palms out toward them. She may be loony toon's but I can't let them kill her.
"Whatever is going on between you fellows It can wait. If you don't leave now I will call security." She has the authority of a teacher or mother, strong and firm. If we were all humans it may have even worked.
Instead I'm trying to pull the IV out, while working to get my body to respond so that I can get out of bed.
"Oh no, Security! We really should leave" mocks Jack. His laughter is harsh and cruel. He likes hurting women, its in the file we have on him back in Stonehaven.
My feet hit the floor but my knees are not able to hold me up as I try to stand and I get aquatinted with the floor.
"Do you smell that?" Its Jack's counterpart "She smells…..good. Not like Elena good, but better then most. What makes you smell like that honey?" He's met Elena before? Why cant I place him?
"Bathing. Regally. You should give it a try. Now you need to LEAVE." She is backing up getting closer to the call button. She'll never make it. They want her to think she can but the two will attack before she gets there.
Jack's buddy is the first to move. He swings at her and …she ducks out of the way. The surprise on his face is mirrored on my own. Not many humans could do that against a werewolf. We are faster and stronger then them, it's not a fair fight. As she comes up the nurse rams the hell of a hand into his nose then kicks at his knee. Their is a pop and the man goes down holding is noes as blood is spraying from it.
I've pulled myself up with the bed and I'm trying to cross the room to them walking like a lame drunk.
Jack reaches out grabbing the long hair of her braid, and flings her to the wall. She slams against it, hard, and slides down.
The counter part is recovering and notices me. He pushes himself up and blocks my path as Jack moves to the nurse who's now a heap on the floor.
I start trading a few blows with the counter part. A quick series of jabs and punches. Any other day I'd have finished this before it began. Funny how a truck can change that. I keep working at his face and head, I want him disoriented. He knows were some of my weak points are now too and goes for my ribs. There are a few crunching sounds that can't be good.
Somehow the nurse grabbed a medal tray used to hold instruments and slammed it into Jack's head. It hurts him but not enough. He slaps her down then grabs the front of her scrubs. From a pocket she pulls out a syringe and stabs it into Jack's arm pushing the plunger down. That must have been for me if I wasn't Good.
I take a solid kick to the stomach. It knocks me back. When I het the ground the breath is knocked out of me and my head connects loudly with the floor. The dizziness and dissertation take the for front again.
"BITCH" Jack says and punctuates it with a loud sounding smack of flesh. There is a soft cry from the nurse.
"Leave him!" The yell is sharp and leaves no room for argument. "We can deal with him later. Lets get this bitch back to Arnold and see what she's worth, she may very well be the bigger prize here" With that I'm left alone, in the quiet out of the way hospital room. Gone as quickly as they showed up.
I roll trying to get up, Damn it. Damn IT! This is such a cluster fuck of a day. I can't let them take her. She had tried to help me, no matter how foolish it was for her to stand up to werewolves. I can't let them do what they will to her.