Modern Monsters

Brinn the Werewolf

Female Reader x Female Monster

Your eyes are swollen and bloodshot. Your mascara had run and your eyeliner smudged. You were trying to salvage what was there as you sat in that cold, sterile waiting room. Your hands were shaking. Making your mirror shift and your tissue rub too hard at the already sensitive region. You knew you could go to the bathroom and take care of it all in one swoop, but you were too afraid to leave your seat. You would leave and something would happen and you wouldn't be there. You had to stay in your seat. You couldn't move. Moving meant more trouble.

Suddenly there was a package of baby wipes before you.

"Take one," a gravely voice commanded. "Stop making it worse."

You took one, glancing up the arm of the woman who handed them out to her. She was wearing dark scrubs. Under the faint fluorescent bulbs, you couldn't decide if they were black or dark blue.

And why did that matter? You asked yourself as you touched the cold wipe to your face. It was a relief, and you felt yourself relax some as you stared at her smudged makeup on the cloth. You looked back up then down before you met her eyes.

"I'm sorry," you sniffled and your chest heaved as a small sob escaped. "I'm an utter mess, aren't I?" You blew your nose into the used wipe.

"I've seen worse than you come through here, girl," the nurse growled. "Most worse off than you."

You finally looked up at him and you saw someone you figured would be more a patient than a nurse. She looked more like someone to 'walk-it-off' rather than ever step foot inside a doctor's office.

Her dark eyes peered down at you. Her face had a long scar going from the left temple down to the right side of her jaw. Her fur was pitch black and thick around her neck. She tilts her head onto her broad shoulders.

"You the one who came in here with the girl who fell from a tree?" She asks.

You nod, sniffling more and taking another wipe. "Yes, my sister," you blew her nose again then sighing. "Sorry, I used your wipes for blowing my nose when I have good tissues."

"Tell me what happened," the nurse replied and as she came to sit beside you.

She warm and she smells nice. Not like normal nice, more like walking into the woods right after it's rained.

"Well," you pulled a tissue packet from your purse. "I was watching her, as well as my two little brothers," you answered. "The boys were playing like they should be, then my sister, well, she had to go on and show off! I told her to get down, I told her that dad said that tree was dead and he had to cut it down. I was telling her the branch was-" you cupped your hand around your mouth and your shoulders shook.

A big warm hand pets your back and you felt relief in her touch. She must do this all the time though, you thought. She must be so tired of hysterical girls sobbing in her lobby all the time.

You gather yourself for a moment and sit erect in the seat. "Please, excuse me," you murmured. "I was...panicked, to say the least of the whole thing."

"I wouldn't be," the nurse answered. "But then again, I am always hoping my sibling would fall out of a tree."

"That's just it..." you felt the guilt bubbling up. "I did wish she would fall and I..." you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from crying in front of her again.

"See, I hated my brother," she continued. "You were aggravated with a little sibling, there is a difference," her hand remained on your back. "Mine is a death threat, yours is the usual older sibling dark thoughts. It's nothing to feel like shit about."