A Second Chance

Chapter 8

I smelled cleaning products, sickness, pain, and death all at once. It was nauseating. I heard this annoying beeping sound right next to me on my left. It was hurting my ears a bit. I slowly opened my eyes. The light was blinding. After a couple of times of blinking my eyes adjusted to the lighting. I was in the hospital. The last thing I remember was falling asleep on my bed. How the fuck did I get here?

Someone walked in. It looks like a nurse. I took a deep quiet breath. She smelled slightly familiar. I was racking my brain about where I recognized the smell from. She was writing on some paper before looking up and seeing that I was awake. I looked into her eyes and it dawned on me. It's Scott's mom. Melissa McCall.

"You're awake. How do you feel?" she asked me.

"Confused. I remember falling asleep on my bed and that was it."

"That was over three days ago." My eyes widened. What?! "No one had heard from you in two days and when they went to check on you, you didn't respond. We assume you were in a small coma of some sort. We ran some tests and nothing super abnormal came up."

"I hope nothing bad came up. I didn't even know I was out that long. I was supposed to be here for work Monday after school. Damn. I hope I'm not in too much trouble."

"You're not. We were more shocked when you came in unresponsive after all the good things we heard from your last place of employment. We were wondering why you weren't responding to any phone calls."

"Sorry about that. This hasn't happened before."

"Not your fault. How were you supposed to know?"

"Yea," I hesitated before continuing. "Scott looks a lot like you by the way."

"You know my son?"

I quietly laughed. "Yea, we're, I guess, friends? Scott and Stiles were the first ones to introduce themselves to me on my first day at school. We've talked almost every day until recently. I've had things come up before this coma thing happened."

"So you know right?" she asked me with a questioning look.

I looked at her confused for a moment before my brain caught on to what she was saying. "Oh yeah! I know everything for the most part," I laughed nervously. "I'm still new to everything."

"So are you like Scott or...?"

"I'm a werepanther. I recently found out so I'm still figuring things out. I'm the last one too so asking certain questions is a little hard to do. I'm assuming you know what happened before I moved here right?"

"Yes, I heard. I'm sorry to hear about your father."

"It's okay. I also recently found out he didn't die of cancer which has led me to ask even more questions than before. I was born into this but the rules are different compared to someone who's born a werewolf. That's what Derek, Peter, and Deaton told me. Deaton is one of the few people left alive that truly knew my parents and everything about them."

"I'm still new to most of this stuff too. There are things I still don't know about and it's sometimes better that I'm left in the dark."

"I feel that." I paused for a moment before having to get a little more serious. "I do have to warn you that something is coming and when it does I will have to leave. That way no one else gets hurt. Someone almost died because of me and I can't let that happen again. But I don't want the boys and Derek to know because I know they'll try to help me and stop me from leaving. But that will just put them in more danger. I just wanted to let you know before something happens. I plan to leave in about two to three months to be on the safe side. I don't want to be the reason someone gets hurt or killed. I would rather be dead than let it happen again. And don't worry it's harder to kill a werepanther than a werewolf. So if something happens soon, I'll jump in front to help protect anyone I can."