Lycanthropy and Me: The First Semester(mlm)

Day 43, Sunday Waxing Crescent Pt.2/Day 42.Saturday, Waxing Crescent

Day 43, Sunday Waxing Crescent Pt.2

Hunter's eyes fell on Grayson's hand. The rough texture of gauze stood out against his skin,  as it continued up his arm wrapped around two of his fingers and peeking out from under his sleeve. "What happened to your hand?"

Grayson glanced at his arm, before looking at Hunter again. You asked the same thing yesterday. I cut it on the glass, no big deal."

Hunter wanted to argue that it was in fact a very big deal, but his vision began to blur, and he turned his gaze towards the ceiling.

"Hunter?" Grayson loomed over him, concerned.

Hunter turned his head slightly and winced. He already felt better than before but the soreness of shifting was still there.

"Do you want to sit up?"

"Yeah." Hunter groaned. "Thanks." The fact that Grayson was even talking to him was enough to relax him somewhat, and if his mother was here, that meant he had some backup. Maybe things weren't as bad as they had seemed.

Grayson found the bed's remote tucked into the side holder. As the bed was tilted into an upright position, he smoothed out the blanket.

Hunter's gaze went from the IV in his hand to the handcuff on his wrist. Wherever he was, Agent Hodges and his SPOIPA pals weren't far behind. He remembered the story Malcolm had told him about his pack breaking their kin out of the hospital. Maybe his Mom and Grayson could get him out of...Wherever this was. He observed his surroundings. This private room was much too nice for the local town's clinic.

"Where are we?" Hunter asked.

Grayson grimaced. "Would you believe me if I told you this was a military base?"

Hunter sank back against his pillow. So much for that idea.

"Or at least, that's where I think this building is." Grayson crossed his arms in contemplation. "They picked us up from the campus twice in cars with tinted windows and drove straight up to the doorway both times. You can't see anything when you get out, but I heard a helicopter both times. The doctor keeps calling us civilians, so there's that."

Hunter stared at him."That's...terrifying actually."

"Yeah, the hallway was empty, the staff is all suits, and they take us straight to this level." Grayson continued. "The only other room on this floor is Serena's."

Hunter was surprised to hear that she was so close. He could hear Garou's words, echoing in his head.

'And yet, she's the one with three broken ribs.'

"Is she alright?" Hunter heard himself ask before he could take it back. He watched Grayson's gaze shift from him to the door.

Grayson continued to look away. "I don't think she'll ever be alright again."

He felt Hunter stir, and met his guilt-filled gaze. Immediately Grayson's eyebrows shot up, processing what he had caused.

"No." He put a hand over Hunter's. "It's not what you're thinking."

If Hunter hadn't cried to himself to sleep before, he would have broken down right there. He felt like an empty husk, too tired, barely able to speculate.

Grayson chose his words more carefully. "She probably hasn't been okay, for a long, long time. I only wish she had told me the truth sooner."

Day 42.Saturday, Waxing Crescent