𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙊𝙂 ━━ (Teenwolf Poly)

01. INTRO

   ONE. It was just supposed to be one week, for a stupid school project.

Volunteering her free time to help the patients of the hospital have an easier time.

Yet that week turned into a year and that year turned into two.

She had accidentally heavily integrated the visits into her routine, creating a dependency. Which is one of the reasons why she kept going back.

Now fifteen year old Quinn was bounding down the hospital halls on her way to see Peter. She was late.

By exactly ten seconds and four milliseconds. She was a bit of a stickler for time management. Perhaps she just liked to be on time or really she just couldn't handle being late for whatever reason.

Her therapist said it helped her feel in control but Quinn denied that idea heavily until she sobbed her eyes out over being late to class by five minutes.

Which hadn't been her fault, but the fault of a junior boy that had decided to prank her on the first day of school. Telling her the wrong way when she had asked where her English's class was.

To put it bluntly, shes never trusted a guy again to present day. Whether that was needlessly petty or not was not anyone's concern but her own. —And she considered it riotous enough.

"Morning Quinn," Dave, one of the afternoon receptionists greeted. Still looking at his computer, one hand on the mouse mindlessly playing solitaire, the other holding out her guest badge.

She hastily snatched it and smiled quickly up at him. "Thanks Dave!" She exclaimed before rushing off, allowing the smile to drop off her face as she focused on racing against time itself.

She rushed up the staircase and swiftly turned to her left. Yanking the door open and sliding through before closing it behind her.

"Hey Pete, Can I call you Pete? Well too bad if you don't like it cause you can't say shit," Quinn joked while settling into the rather cramped room. Though she understood that a paralyzed inhabitant probably didn't need a lot of space to move.

She placed her bag down and pulled out three stories, sitting down on a chair near him.

"Okay so I brought, Dracula by Bram Stroker, a marvel comic and a book on dinosaurs. Gosh I love dinosaurs but vampire men are so ugh. -and don't even get me started on vampire women they are so fine. Oh but Hawkeye," Quinn ranted out, trying to decide what to read since Peter couldn't exactly help pick.

"Well anyway," She awkwardly began, feeling embarrassed about getting so excited even if he couldn't exactly judge her.

"I'll just read Dracula for this week then the amazing marvel comics. Oh! And I'll remember to put on the tv before I leave."

Time passed quickly for her before she knew it, she was already ten minutes late to work.

The girl seemed to be late to everything except for meal times.

Quinn skidded to an awkward stop as she walked into the veterinary clinic run by Dr.Deaton.

"Mr. D!" She called out cheerfully, arms in the air, hoping to distract him from her lateness.

Upon seeing Deaton shot her an unimpressed look, she realizes that he doesn't care for her late yet enthusiastic arrival.

She drops her arms to her side and sighs sadly.

"Am I fired?" She mumbled, dreading the answer. Looking down at the floor with a small frown.

"No." Deaton says simply causing her to perk up.

"Really?" She asked immediately, curious as to why.

"Get to work before I change my mind," Deaton says instead of answering her question.

Quinn nods frantically and scurry's off to the back.

"Hey Scott," She greets her co-worker with a sweet wave.

Scott stumbles over his feet before sending her a smile and his own awkward wave.

She chuckles at this and shakes her head slightly. Quinn passes by him to go deal with the cats.

For some reason the cats haven't liked Scott handing them recently so she was delegated the responsibility by Deaton.

She practically trotted over to the farthest kennel and stares down the cat. "Sprinkles." Quinn mumbles distastefully. As if she had a personal vendetta against the cat. —Which she did.

The cat let out a low meow that Quinn couldn't sworn was the cats way of saying her name back, as if to taunt the girl.

"I have to cut your nails. Don't be a bitch. You know— now that I think about it, I think Deaton kept me around so he wouldn't have to deal with you," Quinn tells nobody in-particular, other than the cat.

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