Left in The Dark (Wolfstar)

Chapter 2: Refrain from Being Dizzy

A sudden light blinded him right before the heavy pressure squishing him into the ground had gone. Remus was still screaming and thrashing about, he couldn't hear and couldn't see but he was sure the thing was just waiting for him to think he was safe before coming back to attack him once more.

He felt himself leave the ground and rush outside. He only knew they were outside because of the biting cold that stung the many holes in his arm, but the cold was soon replaced with a stuffy, sticky surface. He was still thrashing about, but he had ceased screaming, Remus had started whimpering instead. He thought it better not to draw attention to himself by being obnoxiously loud; he might be eaten sooner. No sooner had he thought he could see again, his eyes drifted lazily closed. Thrashing around with blood spurting out of your arm from 102 different holes was probably not a good idea when your looking to survive.

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Feeling a searing pain in his arm, and being sickingly dizzy, he opened his eyes to find he was in a bright room. He was laying on a bed like four others which also held sickly occupants. Remus was the farthest from the door, he only realized this as his parents came into the room with a healer. His father was the first to realize he was awake, because the moment he walked in their eyes met and his father came running to Remus's side.

"Your awake!" He sounded as if it was an amazing feat that Remus had awoken from his slumber. Honestly, Remus thought, it's not like I've invented a time machine. Wow, I woke up. Big deal.

It wasn't till his mother ran over, tears streaming down her face, that he had realized it really might have been a miracle that he was here, still breathing. "Oh! My baby! You're awake!" She wailed, with a sad smile on her face,"You've been asleep for two months dear... The doctors said you wouldn't awake for another ten." She hugged Remus closer, almost as if he'd slip back into an unwaking hibernation if she let go.

"Mum," Remus asked, with a slightly bitter note to his voice. Every word he spoke was one of utmost confusion,"Mum, what happened? Why am I in a hospital bed?"

"Do you not remember what happened?" Asked his father, who stroked the side of Remus's face lovingly. After Remus shook his head, his father raised a shaky finger and pointed to his son's left arm. Remus turned his head and saw nasty bandages covering his arm, they were blood soaked. His thoughts flooded with memory when he saw a large bruise that went under his hospital gowns, presumably covering most his chest.

A giant, misshapen dog had attacked him. He was growing to like the dark when it had pounced. It proves that, one should never be brave enough to face their own fears.

"W-what was th-that thing?" Remus asked, suddenly fearful that another was going to come for him.

"A werewo--" his father choked obviously holding back tears,"werewolf... A werewolf- Im so sorry, I tried to help but you wouldn't stop screaming! The mutt had already bitten yo-" he let out a single, angry, sob, before silently letting tears flow down his face. They were like rivers trying to let out all the water inside his father.

The healer beside his bed sat down and made an unsure squeak of pity before saying slowly,"dear, you've gotten lycanthropy--" Remus's mother choked out a sob before turning to cry into his father's shoulder "--It was from that big scary monster that bit you, remember? And there isn't a cure.... Do you know what lycanthropy is?"

When Remus hesitantly shook his head, the healer continued, again, almost more slowly,"Well, lycanthropy is a disease that makes you turn into a big scary--" her voice cracked, as it escalated higher and higher "--monster, just like the one that attacked you. Do you understand?"

Tears sloshed, threatening in the crevice of his eyelid, building up dangerously. He didn't want to talk anymore, he felt too hungry, too dizzy, too sad, too thirsty, and he was in an unbearable pain that was raking over him from head to toe, ever since the healer sat on the edge of his bed.