Tame My Heart... Or Else

Chapter 32

ALOHA! :D

Moving on, THANK THANK THANK THANK THANK! you so much for all the comments and all the votes! It's AMAZING! I can't thank you enough! I've never had more than 1,000 votes on a single chapter before - so I love you more than words can describe :D

Anyhow, this chapter is a little shorter than the other one, but still much longer than usual! It was about 19/20 pages on word... I dunno how I keep on writing this much? And it doesn't take me longer than usual... maybe practice makes perfect... uhh... long chapters? :P

Edited by: ThumbsDWN :D

Picture on the side: blue-alien (p.s. merci beaucoup kat :) ily... or do I? mwahaha :D)

The song - Prendre l'air by Shy'm

(Don't ask why I put it on... I have no idea what it's talking about, but it's a cool song and just wanted to share it with you :D)

Anyways, enjoy <3

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Liza P.O.V.

"Werewolves?" I repeated slowly.

Instead of replying, Rosie started to tremble even harder. She must be delusional from the loss of blood. I thought, shaking my head.

"Let's get you inside." I said slowly, putting my arms around her shaking frame and bringing her into the hallway. Thank God my mom wasn't here, I thought, helping her up the stairs, while Rosie muttered undistinguished words to herself. 

I led her into my bedroom and she collapsed onto my bed, blood instantly starting to stain the sheets. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, I wet it with warm water, and hurried back into the room. Rosie was staring at the ceiling, mouthing words, her eyes wide in horror.

"It's going to be alright." I said softly to her, trying to calm her, as I slowly dabbed at the blood on her face. "You're safe now."

After her face was clean, I turned to the wound on her right shoulder. Gently lifting up the torn fabric, I saw that the shirt had hid the worst of it, and blood was still gushing out. It looked like an animal had bit her - a big animal. Maybe a bear, or a wolf? Maybe that's where she got the werewolf theory from.

Leaning closer to inspect the bloody holes, I realized that there was no way that I would be able to treat this here. This needed professional medical help.

"Rosie," I said, trying to get through to her, "I'm going to call the ambulance. You need to go to the hospital."

Instantly, Rosie sat up, her eyes rolling. "NO!" she screamed, and started thrashing around. I stared for a moment in absolute terror, but then started to wrestle her back down onto the bed.

"Okay! Okay! You don't have to go! Just stop moving, or you're going to make it worse!" I shouted at her, and after a few minutes she was settled back into the pillows, breathing heavily.

I took a deep breath and held my head in my hands. What was I supposed to do? I wasn't a doctor! I had no idea what I could do for her.

I steadied my nerves, and turned back to Rosie, who was now watching me calmly.

"I'm going to cut your shirt away, so I can clean the wound, alright?" I asked her, tensing myself if she was going to throw another fit. Luckily, she only nodded slightly, so I reached onto my desk for a pair of scissors.