Dan and Phil imagines

How everything's changed-part 4

Hey guys! This is the last part to this imagine. Hope you enjoy!

~Mari

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The car bounced over the gravel road, but you couldn't muster the energy to lift your head. It took a second to make your eyes open.

"What happened?" you were lying across the backseat in Dad's SUV.

"You fainted, sweetheart." Mom brushed your hair out of your face.

"We're almost to the hospital."

"That's good, I guess." A cold drop of sweat rolled down your forehead.

Your mom's face spun in your vision, and you had to close your eyes to keep from throwing up. When the car jerked to a stop, you nearly rolled off the seat.

"Dad's going to carry you inside." The world tilted as he lifted you into his arms. Mom walked ahead of you to the front desk. The nurse stood as Mom started rattling off information.

"My daughter has a very high fever. And we think she has an infected bite on her hand." The nurse gave your mom a bored look as she snapped her gum.

"How did your daughter get these scratches?"

"She accidentally got bitten by a wolf"

The nurse's mouth fell open, and a ball of wet gum plopped onto the desk. Gross.

She picked up the phone.
"Stand by for a possible Code Black." The nurse slammed the receiver down, grabbed a clipboard, and ran around the counter.

"Follow me." Code Black? Code Blue was what they said on TV when someone was dying. Code Black better not mean death. Because if you died from one measly bite, you were going to freak out.

Your nausea was back with a vengeance. You leaned your head into your father's shoulder. He smelled like a juicy steak. A steak? Really, (Y/N)? You were already kinda crazy, but this fever was making you full-on insane.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, Dad. Just a little queasy."And by little, you meant on the verge of hurling.

"Hang on for one more minute. Almost there." you closed your eyes and your sense of smell strengthened. Disinfectant stung your nostrils. Someone must have gone overboard with the bleach. That was enough of overbearing smells for one girl. You tugged the top of your shirt over your nose.

Mom put the back of her hand to your forehead. "You hanging in there?"

"Yup." Barely.

Dad sat you down on the bed as the nurse slid the privacy curtains along the rail, hiding you from view.

She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. That sound made you antsy. Any time plastic gloves were involved, things were not going to be fun.

The nurse grabbed an electric thermometer from the small counter, and slid a plastic protector on the tip.

"Do your ears hurt?" she asked.

"No." Was she dense? What did a bitten hand have to do with your ears?

She shoved the thermometer in your right one. A screeching beep sliced into your head, and you jerked away from her. Maybe they did hurt? You stuck your finger in your ear and wiggled, trying to get the sound out of your head.

"Can you turn the volume down on that?" The nurse gave you an "are you nuts" look and then stuck the thermometer back in your ear.

"Hold still." you ground your teeth as a digital beeping pierced your eardrums.