Siobhan's POV

Everything hurt, that was for sure. It was like having the flu but ten times over and being ripped into. I try not to move or make a sound. It would only increase the pain. I don't remember going to bed sick though. What did I do?

It hurts too much to think clearly. I remember flashes, being at work, it was a hard day in the ER there were so many traumas that came in and I stayed late making a 12 hour shift a 16 hours. I used a lot of my magic healing people. That would explain why I'm feeling some magic burn, I worked myself too hard. But there was more too it the that.

The man. It had something to do with him. He had been very handsome, rugged model handsome with blonde hair that would be the envy of may women. He had also been a werewolf, the sent of it was unmistakeable. I hid him and healed him, but it was at the end of a long shift with overtime to boot, so it was not my best work. Being that he was a werewolf his body should have made up for what I was unable to fix fairly quickly.

Except…..he never had the chance, we were attacked by two others. They had been werewolves as well.

Oh no, no no no, they bit me! They ripped into me. I felt so bad because my body was preparing for me to change into a werewolf! That didn't go so well for most people women especially. I was going to die horribly. It was enough for me to forget that I didn't want to open my eyes.

The light was blinding and made my head hurt so much more. Damn wolves! Squeezing my eyes shut didn't help. I think I'm going to be sick.

"I know it hurts, but I'm going to help. You are not alone, we can get you through this." The voice was gentile and kind. So at odds with my internal chaos that it just didn't fit. "Try to relax, your safe now" a hand brushes over my head uninjured shoulder.

I open my eyes to look at the speaker, but he is kind of bleary and seems distant. I do notice however that I am in a frigging cage. That gets me to sit up. A new panic blooming in my chest.

Im in a cage with a twin mattress and blankets. Im dressed in a shirt that is not my own and too big for me but covers a little past mid thigh. They changed my clothes while I was out? It not like I don't cut away peoples clothes to attend to them every day at work, but it's a bit different on this end and though I recognize the irony I fully feel the indignity.

"Who are you, why you do have me here?" It seems like a reasonable question for me to ask even if my voice was a bit hysterical. This wasn't helping the pain or sick feeling either. I must have some broken bones given how hard it was to move, but it was impossible to take full stock of my injuries with the werewolf curse changing my body. I tried for a position that added as little pain as possible but I'm not sure there was one.

"My name is Jeremy Danvers, my son Clayton brought you here, to our home after you were attacked" his voice is calm and level, much like his is speaking to a frightened animal.

"And the cage?" my voice bounced off the walls of the basement making me wince.

"A necessary precaution I'm afraid. It is to ensure both your safety and ours" He managed to say that like he regretted it a little, while being clear I wasn't getting out. "you should drink this, you will need it" he passes my a tin cup he filled with water. I take it with one shaky hands, the only one that is really working at the moment, and just hold the cup.

I'm not much in the habit of drinking drinks that are given to me by a man I don't know while he has me locked in a cage. His calmness can't change that. I sniff the cup and smell only the water and the metallic sent of the cup. After a moment he fills a second cup and drinks from it himself. OK, Thats great I know he is fine drinking this, but he could be immune or something. I just keep watching him. He just keeps sitting there exuding calmness, like this is a normal thing, and sips his drink.

I kind of want to play crazy person and throw the drink at him. It's annoying when your world gets turned upside down and someone else can be so damn calm.

"I assure you, it is just water, and you are dehydrated already. You really should drink." What is his deal? This is not the time for calmness. Not on my side at least.

"Your name does NOT tell me who you are. At least not in a way that will help me. I know you are one of them I just don't know what side you are on" I know I don't really know if the man in the hospital was someone I could trust, his aura was harder to read the most peoples, but I know he didn't attack me. He may have even tried to help me. Therefore I reason that if this Jeremy was with the blonde from the hospital I was more likely to be ok if I trusted him. If he was with the other two I wasn't going to drink a damn thing.

A small quirking of his lips at one corner of his mouth seemed to suffice as a smile. "Clayton was the man you said you healed. After you were taken from be hospital by the others, he went after you, then brought you here so that I could help you as you helped him."

Ok, I doubt the other two werewolves knew anything about the healing comment, so it stood to reason that this was the truth. Oh well, it's not like being drugged or poisoned would make much difference now. So I first sip then down the contents of the tin cup.

"Good" he leans forward I lean back, pressing into a sone wall. "Now can you tell me what you remember about what happened?"

I settled down on the mattress, not trusting my body to stay up right and told him what I remembered.

The telling of what happened drained me. My story was often stopped by coughing fits and moans of pain that I tried to keep down. Jeremy would make me drink more water then would ask me continue. By the time I was done I felt even more shaky and feverish then I had when I woke. My head felt as though it would split in two. I was ordered to rest, werewolves and their hierarchy didn't make them much for discussion it seemed. I couldn't argue anyway, it was to much for me to keep my head up and try to concentrate.