Werewolf!Canada in Hetaverse

Mon pauvre fils. Le papa vous gardera coffre-fort dorénavant = French = My poor son. Papa will keep you safe from now on. (Or, so says the Babylon Translation website. :3)

"Oh God, oh Merlin!"

Matthew woke up to find Alfred hovering over him, a terrified face, pale and wet. He was talking hurriedly, but Matthew could only hear a little of it.

"—atthew- -rlin! Are you –kay?"

Matthew tried to raise one of his hands to stop Alfred from working himself into anymore of a state, but he couldn't move either. He couldn't even feel them. That was when everything started hurting.

His head ached and his arms – what he could feel of them – were tingling unpleasantly. His stomach was tight and his feet and legs were as numb as his hands.

"A—red?"

"Mattie? Can you hear me? I'll go get the nurse!"

Alfred's face left Matthew's sight and he tried to call his name again, but before he could, Alfred was already returned with Matron Elizaveta.

"Matthew? Dear, I'm going to do a series of tests and then I'll give you something for any pain you may be feeling. Just keep laying down for me, dear."

The Matron waved her wand over Matthew and a list appeared in front of her. She prodded him some and Matthew was able to see bloodied bandages be changed with clean, crisp ones. His heart raced as he tried through his muddled brain to figure out what had happened.

"—at happened?"

Matron Elizaveta glanced at Alfred. "Dear, I'm going to have to wait for your father to get here. You've been in an accident."

Matthew didn't ask anymore for a while, mostly because he'd fallen asleep after Elizaveta administered his medicine. He awoke to his Papa lightly shaking his shoulder.

"Mon Mathieu," Francis cooed to his young son. "Mon pauvre fils. Le papa vous gardera coffre-fort dorénavant."

"Papa? What happened?"

"You were attacked, mon Ange."

"Attacked? By who? I don't—"

The two were interrupted by the Headmistress McGonagall appearing beside Francis. Her lips were pulled into her usual tight and white lipped grimace.

"Mr. Williams," she said, nodding to both Matthew and Francis. She gestured for Francis to continue.

"Not a person, Mathieu," Papa said. "You were bite. By a werewolf."

Matthew stared at his Papa and the Headmistress. "What?" Alfred was by his side again, holding his hand.

"It's alright, Mattie," Alfred whispered. "It's alright."

"A werewolf?" Matthew looked at everyone's face for a long time.

"I'm sorry, mon Coeur," Papa said softly, sadly.

Matthew shrugged and smiled sadly with him.