"Um. ." the receptionist said, uneasy "Do you need some hel-"

"Yes" I replied indignantly Of course. I was shaking violently. Holding an unconscious man in my arms, for God's sakes, this is the hospital, of course I need help. "I need a doctor for him...now"

"You're gonna have to wait-" she noted pointing to the waiting room, where children sat depressingly with the smallest of injuries compared to Bart's predicament "If it was an emergency, you should-"

"I'll take them, Joan" a voice called, I turned my head to see a rather older woman with a warm smile welcome me. I returned it and followed after her.

"We could set him on a bed" The doctor suggested, I shook my head. Something about this building left me feeling regretful of letting Bart go.

I didn't answer and she shrugged, the walk to the room was a rather long and awkward one. Bart began to mumble in his heavy dozed sleep, that caught her attention

"Fishing accident?" she asked

"Uh...yeah" I allowed

I cleared my throat and nearly passed the room we were supposed to be in, do to my anxious haze of keeping Bart safe.

The doctor examined Bart for a few seconds before looking up to me in a friendly gesture. She told me Bart would be okay with proper medical attention. I raised my eyebrows, uh, hello? This is the hospital. I stared after her bleakly when she began to exit the room, I nearly cried out in confusion before she turned around.

"Dr. Cullen will be here in a second" her grayish eyes peering from me and Bart through her spectacles

"Wait . .you're not going to-"

"Oh no" she said "I'm a nurse. Dr. Cullen is the-"

"We can't waste any time, miss" I nearly grounded my teeth in frustration

"Nurse Johnson" she smiled, I didn't smile back. And from that she took it as a warning to leave, I sat down on the couch near Bart and began to silently complain about how much my life sucked. I hate Sam.

Who knew? I'd get rejected by family. Get lost in the woods and save the life of an old man, only to lose it to an idiotic hospital that doesn't know the meaning of 'unconscious'

"Ben..." Bart's raspy voice spoke, I looked at him gently "Call my wife...tell her I'm here"

I nodded obediently and dialed the number he recited in nothing more audible than a whisper, the voice who answered was a rather strained one, as if she had to much stress to handle in already. I felt like shit telling her that her husband was in the hospital. She gasped on the other line and the phone went blank. I trusted that was her making her way towards here.

I turned to tell Bart what had happened, but he was sleeping again. I decided that I would leave once his wife came here, he'd have someone to watch over him in this dangerous feeling hospital.

I was never jittery about them, but something about this place made me feel nervous about all the lives that inhabited. I mean, this was a hospital, people died every day. It was impossible to avoid, but now, I fought the strong urge to go running around warning everyone of the security risk. My gut feeling was almost too hard to resist. I never go through with my instinct, I was a logical person...but my body was fidgeting whenever a person walked by, as if it was encouraging me to get out of here or something. I struggled to stay still.

"Hello, there" a deeper, gentler voice called. I snapped my head up to view the site and hissed. The man, who was blond and pale, raised his eyebrows in shock. "I'm sorry for startling you"

My brain sought to argue with my mouth, which was releasing involuntary growls, I was letting him know that his kind was unwelcome here. Dr. Cullen, however, didn't hesitate at all. He ignored my feeble attempt to scare him off, and touched Bart.

Something snapped.

The sight of his pale clammy hands touching Bart made me want to tear my hair out...who was he to do that? Who was he to even brush a man who's worked all his life? A man who loved his wife and kids and grandkids, a man of substance...a man worth surviving. He has no fucking right to touch him. I jumped off and slapped his hand off of Bart, and I flinched. Ice cold. Brick hard.

Dr. Cullen looked through his eyelashes at me and sighed "I'm sorry, I really am if I'm causing you to be a little..." he fumbled on what words to use "nervous. But you're gonna have to control yourself, okay? We're in a hospital."

I shot him a look that clearly said I was confused, the doctor chuckled and slapped my shoulder in a friendly manor.

The thing that snapped, broke into a million pieces.

I began shouting and shaking even more. The throbbing ache he left in my bones made me want to burst and fully attack him for what he did. His closeness to Bart made me want to rip his brains out and let him know that what he was doing was wrong. Killing Bart was wrong. I didn't even acknowledge how irrational it was to assume this man would murder Bart...but I couldn't help but think.

Cullen turned his back on my slightly insane tremors, it made me more angry, I just wanted to scream. Look at me! I am worth it, fight me. He again ignored my pugnacious behaviors and opened his mouth to talk. His words were gentle, he spoke them with tenderness. That only pissed me off more "If you need to phase, go now"

"What?" My confusion only made me more furious "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Carlisle looked at me for a split second and a horror spread through his gold eyes, he gritted his teeth for a little while and exhaled deeply "Well then..I suggest you leave now anyway. I guess this is... your first time" he glared through me, it was as if he wished he wasn't here "I don't know how to help you with this...but um..."

That was it. I took the bait and ran out the room. All the crap that's happened to me in the past day built up on my shoulders and this was the final straw. This man...or whatever, made me so extremely pissed that I wanted to just shout and run across the highway like a suicidal maniac. I ignored the glares I received from patients and staff, instead, I made my way to the nearest exit. It felt so terribly wrong that I was leaving Bart with the enemy, but my rational, or should I say irrational sense figured something was going to happen, so I followed it as I usually do and ran crazily through the woods.

I had no clue what was supposed to happen. I didn't rest in my jogging, splinters forming on my arms. Scratches digging deeper from the exposed branches. I zoomed past it. The pain didn't last long, I didn't get tired as easily as I usually do. I didn't stop until I was in the middle of everything...until I was surrounded with the darkness and the intimidation of the howling owls. The smaller animals ran the ground, their eyes shining from the moonlight, my deep panting scaring them off into their burrows.

I screamed.

A blood curling, high-pitched, painful holler echoed through the night. My body shook dangerously...I didn't know what was happening...I knew my body wanted to do something, but what?

A warm feeling splurged through my lower back, fire splinted in my fingers until the blood rushed, I began to shake even faster and harder. I fought it. I didn't know why, but I attempted to stop the heat from traveling down to the back of my calves and the balls of my feet by arching my back. Instead, I ended up on my knees, my head bending back causing me to scream again. The shakes were getting even worse until I finally exploded.

I have no idea what happened.

I felt my anger release, I felt myself...I don't even know.

I yelped again, instead, I heard a howl in the distance. It was closer than I originally thought. I was afraid, were there wolves around?

I looked down to see that I was higher up than usual, my clothes tattered on the ground, I looked at it with intense interest before realizing that something did indeed happen. Was I going insane? Was this a dream? Was I in turn the one who was really knocked out? Was Bart even a real person?

I screamed again, only to hear another howl. It took me one long minute that they were coming for me.

More howls erupted in the sky, I realized that they weren't from me. I snapped my head back in forth in effort to figure who called me.

I turned to see a huge wolf. A black one. That blended with the night perfectly, I didn't growl at his presence, instead I smiled into his terrified eyes. He looked down in what looked like shame

Ben? Sam's voice called

Sam? I returned Wait...why am I hearing voices-

Great. He said, sarcastically Just great.