Everyone had fallen asleep, but I was wide awake. Scott had his head resting against the side of my bed, his arm curled around the bowl of popcorn; Isaac had sprawled out in the chair he had taken, his head lolling back and his body made as wide as possible; Stiles was laying with his cheek against the ground, his lip and cheek smooshing out to one side, and the bowl of popcorn was clutched under his arm like a stuffed animal would be. There was popcorn all over the floor, because after Melissa had left I kept blurting out scenes that were going to happen, and Stiles took to throwing popcorn at me to get me to shut up. Of course, I threw popcorn back at him until Scott moved the bowl away from me, and I just frowned at him.

Stiles had set the movie to repeat, causing the movie to restart once already. It was close to being three-fourths done already, for the second time now. I didn't mind at all watching it again. The boys would probably end up staying here until the early morning, when Melissa came in to check on me. She'd end up forcing the three out and sending them to school, where they really should be instead of hanging out with me in the hospital all day. At one point, I tried leaning as far as I could off the bed without falling off or hitting Scott to try and reach the popcorn; I failed. My fingers were only centimeters from the bowl, but it was still too far away for me to reach. I huffed, crossing my arms and returned to watching the movie.

There was a creak, a quick little one that was just above hearing level, and instantly I was put on edge. There should be no creaks, unless one of the boys had moved, and I was pretty dang sure that none of them had. I brushed it off, ignoring it and going back to watching the movie. But I was still really creeped out. But there it went again; another creak, but closer this time. I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest. Not another horror movie. It was basically the same scenario, just different circumstances; everyone is asleep, so I was practically alone. There were noises coming from outside my room, and it was dark. This wasn't a good combination, it was a panic attack waiting to happen. I unintentionally leaned towards Scott slightly, like he would spring into action and fight away the thing that was making the noise. Yeah, like that would totally happen.

Then the door handle started turning slowly, and I officially began freaking out. My heart fluttered in my chest, and I got that feeling of dread in the bottom my stomach. All I could do was watch the door handle turn until it made a clicking noise. There were a few moments of silence, the sound of the movie drowned out in my ears as I watched door handle, until the door moved open slightly, and someone stepped inside my room. I couldn't see well in the darkness, and the person that had entered my room was not far enough into the room for the light coming from the television to catch them. I panicked. Who was this strange person who just entered my room? It obviously wasn't any of the hospital staff, because only Melissa, my assigned doctor, and another nurse would come into my room sat an hour like this, and the staff would just walk right in and ask me how I was doing if I was still awake. This person was just hanging by the door, and had yet to move from the spot. My heartbeat picked up, and it was clearly obvious to this person that I was freaking out because the heart rate monitor had picked up and was beating rapidly. I was about to grab Scott's arm and wake him up, but the person shook their head, like they knew I was going to do that. Totally not creepy at all. I complied, but kept my hand close to Scott's head so I could wake him up if I desperately needed to, and right now, I was well beyond thinking I should. This was strange, really really strange. The person stepped forward, and I could see their face; it was clearly a man's, that was easy enough to discern because of the jaw shape and the stubble that covered the lower half his face. He was tall and looked intimidating, a permanent scowl etched into his face. My heart rate slowed a little, coming back within the the normal person range for heart rates. I couldn't remember if I had blinked at all in the last few minutes, so I opened and closed them a few time. It was also to make sure I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating or something else similar.

"Who are you?" I whispered, but I wasn't sure if he could hear me over the movie.

"That isn't important right now," he returned in a hushed tone. Okay, that was a little ominous.

I stayed quiet until he spoke again.

"What if I told you that you could live again, return to your life?" He took a step towards me.

"What?"

"I could cure your cancer." Another step.

"How can you -"

"That isn't important, either." Again, another step.

"But...how?"

"Well," he said, now standing near the side of my bed that was decorated with machines, "I possess a...gift of sorts. I happen to be a werewolf, and if I bite you, well, the cancer will disappear completely."

I thought for a second. This guy had to be crazy or something. I furrowed my brows.

"How do I know you're not lying to me? Because there are assholes out there-"

Hair suddenly grew on his face, and his features grew wolfish. His eyes flashed red and claws shot out of his fingernails. I was taken aback, and flattened myself against the bed. Okay, he wasn't shitting me. He was actually a werewolf. He was actually a werewolf. I must be going crazy or something, because this was not possible. My heart rate picked up again, looking him, over again before the features disappeared and he returned to normal.

"I'm crazy. I must be going crazy. That's not possible. Werewolves don't exist."

"Do I need to do another demonstration, because I'm pretty sure that I just turned into a werewolf."

"Um, no. I'm good, thanks." I sucked in a breath. There is no way this is happening right now.

"So, will you accept my offer of the bite and rid yourself of the cancer?"

I wrung my hands for a while before answering.

"Yes, I suppose I will."

"Okay, but I just warn you, it'll either turn you, or it'll kill you. You still want it?"

"Well, I'm going to die anyway, so what have I got to lose?" I let out a nervous laugh. He just sighed and grabbed my wrist, wolfing out again. I don't think I'd ever get used to that. He opened his jaw, revealing four canines that were extended way past the normal human length. I yanked my arm out of his grip, rubbing my wrist absentmindedly. "Wait. Can you put the bite somewhere less noticeable? I don't want the thing to be on my wrist and having people see it. It'll bring up red flags that I suddenly have an animal bite on my wrist."

"Well then, where should I bite you?"

I sat up, curling my legs under myself and turning so my back was to the self-proclaimed werewolf. I pulled my hair out of the way and onto one shoulder. I reached back, undoing the two ties that held the dressing gown on me, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I wasn't sure if it was from being nervous, or my decline in health. Probably a little bit of both. I pulled one of the sides over slightly, exposing a patch of skin just above my hip. I shivered as the cool air of the room hit my skin, goosebumps appearing almost instantly. I traced my fingers over the area.

"Here should be fine," I said, glancing over my shoulder at him.

"Okay. Now just breathe. Also, you might want to grab something to bite onto. I'm going to be biting into your flesh, after all."

I glanced around before grabbing the pillow I had been leaning against to watch the movie and curled it in half. I wrapped my arms around it and rested my face on it, closing my eyes. I pulled in a deep breathe through my nose and then exhaled through my mouth. I could feel his hand appear just above the area I had suggested he bite, probably to steady himself into the bite.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

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I was surprised by how much it hurt. Tears had been brought to the corner of my eyes and were instantly soaked up by the pillow that I had buried my face into. Well, of course it would hurt, he was piercing through my skin and biting into muscle and internal organs. I ran my fingers over the bite, wincing slightly as my finger slipped into one of the teeth marks. I looked it over, too. It looked exactly like an animal bite. I shouldn't have been surprised by that, but the guy who had bit me was actually human at one point during our strange nightly conversation.

I tied the strings back together and put the pillow back where it had been, flipping it over so the saliva and tear-stained side was facing downwards. I laid down on the side I was bitten, pulling the covers over me and curling my feet up to my chest. If the thing was going to bleed, I'd rather it be into the sheets and mattress than the white blanket above and expose that I was bleeding from the bite mark. I ended up laying there for a bit, thinking about what changes would happen to me, other than the cancer in my lung completely disappearing. I thought up several things, most of them completely irrational.

I looked over my shoulder at one point, able to see Isaac and Scott. Stiles was hidden from view, and I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up under my bed. The thing I was most surprised about was that none of them had woken up, or even stirred a bit at the least while the mystery werewolf man was here. Huh. They must be heavy sleepers.