118: Will He Be Okay?

BLAIR

I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor. The steady beep was the one thing I could hear for the longest moment. Then slowly, as I started to wake up more, I took notice of other things. Like the strong smell of disinfectant, and the stench you would usually relate to a hospital.

Antibiotics, mostly.

Then the rushed footsteps, yelling of words and wails. You would always hear crying in a hospital. I’m reminded of why I hated the place in seconds.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me I was in a hospital bed. I opened my eyes and took note of the blood hooked to my arm. I was exhausted. So much that keeping my eyes open felt like a chore.

So I didn’t even try, I closed it and hoped I would go back to sleep. And the next time I wake up, I’ll be anywhere but here.

Just as I closed my eyes, memories of what happened and how I ended up here started floating in my head.

Lucian. Werewolf. blood. ambulance. White. Then black.

My eyes snapped open with a start and I looked around the room fra