Alone • Liam Dunbar

Thirty-Two

It had been almost a week since my stay at the hospital. 

Melissa forbade me from leaving, as motels weren't always the cushiest places to heal from a mortal wound. I wanted to continue aiding the effort to find the Benefactor, but every time I tried to argue with Scott's mother, she won, so I stopped trying altogether. 

I began to use showers to pass the time since my friends couldn't visit much. I was currently having my third one of the day, savoring the feeling of hot water. The motel rarely got above room temperature, so it was nice to wallow in steam. 

A knock on the bathroom door pulls me out of my glorified sauna.

I shut off the shower's valve and step out onto the cold tiles. Water pools at my feet, and I hurriedly grab for a towel to dry myself with to avoid flooding the room. I slip on my sweats quickly, too, not wanting to keep whoever was in my room waiting for long. Before I exit, I make sure to properly dress my wound, studying it closely in the reflection of the mirror. 

After what Scott had done, it had almost completely healed. 

His own scar gave me an odd glimpse into my future, aware of what it would look like when the skin knitted back together properly. I traced the area around the wound with the tips of my fingers, still in awe of how such a thing was possible. 

Scott McCall never ceased to amaze me.

I applied medicine to the injury, and the scratches that Kate gifted me the other week, before wrapping my waist with a lengthy bandage. Once it's secured properly and I've slipped on a sweater for coverage, I head back into the main room.

Doctor Geyer stands inside it, a friendly smile on his face.

"Sorry to interrupt your shower, Jacqueline," he apologizes. "I'm heading out for the night, so I wanted to stop by and see you before I left." 

Waving off his apology, I sit at the edge of my bed. 

"Aw, come on, doc. You can just admit I'm your favorite patient already," I joke.

"Guilty," he chuckles.

Geyer was pleasent to have around. He always caught on to my poorly timed jokes, and didn't press about what happened to Scott and I. It was fair to assume that he had lived in Beacon Hills long enough to know that this town held secrets beyond reason. 

It was also nice to have him here as he served as a reminder of Liam. 

Since I couldn't see him, I constantly asked Scott for updates on his Beta when he stopped by. He kept his responses short and simple, barely giving me any real idea of how Liam was doing. It was infuriating, but it wasn't like I could do anything about it. Any pleas from me for him to share more may have been too obvious. 

"I'm actually glad you stopped by," I tell Geyer. He raises his eyebrows in question, unsure of what I meant. "I never thanked you for saving my life... so thank you. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

Scott may have taken the toll of my wound, but that wouldn't have even been possible if it weren't for Geyer bringing me back. 

"You repay me by breathing," Geyer replies, humble as ever.

"I could give you a five-star review?" I quip.

Geyer grins amusedly. "Oh, that would be great, it would really help with my commission." 

The two of us share a chime of easy laughter, both enjoying the other's sarcasm. I can't help but allow my humor to falter, though, as the man before me only serves as a constant reminder of Liam. My thoughts kept gravitating toward the wolf, and my desire to see him.