An Alpha What Now?

Chapter Eight

Nora:

I slowly wake up to the pounding in my head and an achy neck. I roll over to check my phone and realize that I'm still on the couch. I must have passed out last night.

"That was one hell of a dream though" I say as I slowly put my feet on the ground and stand up.

My whole body is sore, perks of sleeping on the couch. I stretch but wince and stop when I feel pain on my side.

I look down and realize that there's blood covering a large portion of the side of my shirt. What the heck?

I walk into the bathroom and pull up my shirt when I get in front of the mirror.

"Holy shit!" There's a huge gash, kinda looks like claw marks, on my side with a bunch of dried blood all around it.

What the hell caused that? There's no way that happened while being in the lake last night.

And then I remember my dream....that didn't actually happen..right?

"Don't be silly Nora, werewolves aren't real. You just had a little too much wine. Relax." I say out loud trying to rationalize what's going through my head.

But then I look down and notice the old blood on the counter...where I helped the man in my dream.

I just stare at it for a minute trying to think. In the dream fighting happened outside..there should be proof.

I quickly run to the door and open it, looking over in the yard and I don't see any bodies like last night.

"See, nothing" I say to myself and I go to walk back inside when I notice the large animal print on the porch...that leads from slightly torn up grass in the lawn.

"No...that can't be." I say slowly just above a whisper. "There's no way"

I slowly walk backwards and bump my side into the door handle.

"Ow crapperjack!" I yell as I grab my side. I feel wetness and realize that it's started to bleed again. "Well damn" I say as I walk back into the house and close the door.

I make my way back into the bathroom and reach down under the sink and grab the first aid kit. I put it on the counter and grab everything I need and place it on the counter as well. I reach around and pull my shirt off the get a better look and notice more scratches and bruises but nothing major. I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water and wipe the area around the claw marks, trying to remove the dried blood so I can clean it better.

Once most of the dried blood is gone I can actually see just how deep the claw marks are, and I'm surprised I wasn't bleeding more. I can clearly see into my skin about an inch and a half, maybe two in some spots....that's scary deep.

I shrug my shoulders and take a deep breath, then grab the alcohol, wipes aren't going to work for cuts this deep. I flip the washcloth to the clean side and then open the alcohol bottle and spray it into the wound.

I have to hold my breath and count to 10 before breathing to make sure I don't pass out because all I see is stars and my body getting increasing warm. I do this for each of the four claw marks using the cloth to catch the alcohol falling out. After I take the needle and thread and begin my work with stitching up this mess.

The alcohol helped numb the area but that's all I have because i don't exactly have access to anything much stronger. I just recently ran out of numbing cream so I have to work with what I've got.

Each stitch makes my eyes water and my breathing shake but I push through because I can't exactly go to the hospital. Not only will that cost wayyy too much, but what am I going to say? "Oh hey, yeah sorry I need stitches because I got dug at by a werewolf that I hit with a baseball bat."?? They wouldn't think twice before putting my in a psych center. Plus I've stitched myself before, never usually this deep, but I've done it.

Stitching up each claw mark took around a half an hour. I had to stop a few times and take deep breath's but I finished. After taking care of the needle and thread I took some cream from the kit and some bandages and put those on over the stitches to help prevent infections.

Once everything was done I cleaned everything up and slowly bent down to put the kit away.

There's no way I'm going to school today. I think to myself. Not only am I late already, judging by how bright it is outside. But I'm in an immense amount of pain, there's no way I could make it through the day without ripping a stitch or drawing attention to myself.

I grab my shirt and walk to the living room and notice my phone on the floor and grab it, turning it over I see it's dead.

"Perfect. Exactly what I need." I say with aggravation. I walk over to the kitchen and look at the stove to see that it says it's 8:30 in the morning. Yeah definitely not going to school. Plus it's Friday so who cares.

With that thought I make my way to my room, walk to the closet and pull my shorts I was wearing fully off, they were pulled down when I was cleaning the wound. I then take out a light T-shirt and a clean pair of underwear. I don't want to put on any bottoms because it will rub against the wound and I don't need it getting aggravated or start bleeding. I change into those and then slowly get into bed, after plugging in my phone, and curl up in my bed.

Well shit is the last thing i think about before I fall asleep.