<pre>I tugged my hoodie closer to my body, trying to keep in the meager heat my body was attempting to produce. As I took a last puff of my cigarette, I sighed in relief as my father's headlights finally started up the drive. He should have been home hours ago. As he parked I headed towards his car only to have him fling his door open and fly past me to the passenger side. As he ripped the door open I made my way over to see what the big deal was. My breath caught in my throat as he hauled a boy out. He was shirtless and everywhere I looked seemed to have more blood than the last. I ran and held the door open for my father as he carried the boy in, laying him on our kitchen table.
"Aerilyn, go get my bag from the car!" My father cried as he started tearing apart the kitchen. I rushed to do as he asked. We may not have been tight but I wasn't about to question him when there was a boy that looked to be dying on my kitchen table. "If we can stop the blood he'll be okay. We just need to get the debris out of the wounds and seal them long enough for his body to heal."
"Dad...I...I can't." I took a step backwards shaking my head. He knew how I felt about blood. How I felt about hurting people.
"You have to help me Aerilyn or he'll die. I'll be right here the whole time. But I'll never be able to finish quick enough alone. He'll bleed out before he can heal."
I took a deep, shuddering breath, then nodded my head decisively. I was not going to just stand idly by and let someone else die in my house. Not if I could stop it.
"Good. Here." My father handed me a scalpel and tweezers. "We'll roll him on his side and I'll do his front, you can handle his back."
I pulled up a chair and got to work. Trying to ignore the smell of his blood. It was darker than my own blood, and had an iridescent quality to it. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. I had seen a lot of blood. A slice in his shoulder had a large silver blade sticking out of it that the skin had already started to close around. I sent a prayer for courage up to the Goddess before I shakily started to cut the wound back open. His back stiffened and I let out a gasp of surprise, dropping the scalpel.
"It's fine darling, you have to get it out, he's not conscious. His body's just reacting to the injury."
I closed my eyes and tugged on the metal until I felt it come free. It had some sort of design etched in the middle, it was reminiscent of a ninja star, like the ones I had played with as a kid.
"Here." My father handed me a strip of duct tape.
"We're using this?!" I replied incredulously.
"Just trust me, he just needs them cleaned out and held together, he can do the rest."
We worked efficiently and in silence. All that was heard for what seemed ages was the howling wind and the constant labored breathing of our patient. When we had cleaned and closed all the wounds my father carried him to the spare room next to mine and I began cleaning up our kitchen. My father came back in and I stopped and stared at him.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked calmly.
"I'm sorry I was late coming home, as you can tell, I got hung up."
"That doesn't explain the possibly dying boy in our house Dad!"
"Shhh. He's a...subject from work."
"You mean you experiment on that boy?" I asked disgust dripping in my voice.
"He's been paid very well for it."
"Oh, and that just makes it okay."
"Listen Aerilyn, we just need to get him better and keep him safe in the meantime."
"I don't understand how he's supposed to heal those wounds."
"He's not...exactly...human."
"What do you mean 'not exactly'?"
"Just that, we've...mutated his genes. He's what you'd call a werewolf."
"Oh that's fucking excellent."
"Aerilyn!"
I tended not to swear in front of my father but really what did he expect? I knew whatever he did at work all day had to do with genetics but honestly? A werewolf? And then to bring him into my house. That was just fanfuckingtastic. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my pounding heart. I stalked away from my father and looked in on the boy in our guest room. He was kinda beautiful, all alabaster and sinewy muscle. His hair a tuft of black on his head. He was slim but even from here I could see the definition. He turned his head, and a grimace made its way across his face, his body reacting to the pain without him even being conscious. I stepped back out and made my way to my own room. I curled up in a ball around a pillow on top of my comforter and drifted into dreams of spattered blood.
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