Imprint in Time

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Hola amigos! Haha. I'm learning Spanish and thought I'd try some out. Lol. So here is my new chapter. And I have to admit, the story is getting better. I was hoping it would, but I wasn't one hundred percent sure. I have the rest of the story all planned out, which I am proud of. So let me know what you think.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Tiffany’s P.O.V.

I decided to go see John again after my ‘tutoring’ with Eric. I could tell he didn’t like the idea of me hanging out with him so much. He shouldn’t get jealous, but that’s how he is. I knocked on his front door, but he never came to open it. I was about to walk away, when I heard loud crashing inside his house.

“John,” I called out. I decided to do something really cool and unlike me. I did sort’ve a ninja kick to open the door. Unfortunately, it was already unlocked so I fell through the door. (I should’ve checked to make sure it was locked before I did that) I got up from the floor and I gasped. A werewolf was on top of John! It was hard to tell, but it looked like he was unconscious. At least, he better be unconscious.

“Get off of him!” I yelled at the werewolf. He took one look at me, and then crashed through the windows. Glass shattered everywhere. I ran to John.

“Are you ok?” I asked him. Well, duh, he’s not okay! A werewolf just attacked him! He didn’t answer me back though. I checked for his pulse and when I found it, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“What happened?” Eric asked, running inside.

“Oh, now you show up!” I said.

“What happened?” he asked again.

“I don’t know. I came inside and a werewolf was on top of him,” I explained.

“Brad,” he said.

“How do you know?” I said.

“When Brad likes somebody, he never stops until he gets the girl. He’s always been like that. I guess he took his anger out on John,” he said.

I had one word for that. “Douche,” I said.

Eric looked at me funny. “How bad is he hurt?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. I’m not a doctor,” I said.

He looked at me. “Well, I know that,” he said.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be sarcastic,” I said.

“For once,” he said. He examined John. “It looks like he has some fractures, and some broken bones,”

“That’s not good,” I said.

“No, it’s not. We need to take him to a hospital,” he said.

“Great. The 4th time I’ve been to a hospital in 6 months,” I said.

Inside the hospital, I was waiting patiently in the lobby by myself. Eric couldn’t stay with me because he had some ‘werewolf’ things to take care of. I assumed it had something to do with Brad and I wasn’t going to ask what he was planning on doing. I had been sitting in the lobby for over an hour, waiting for a doctor or nurse to tell me how John was doing. They wouldn’t let me in the room until they were done doing tests on him. I decided to ask a nurse. I went up to the front desk. There was a lady with a magazine in front of her face.

“Excuse me,” I said. She lowered the magazine. “Hey, gum popping rude lady! How ya doing?” I asked her.

“What do you want?” she asked me. She cracked her gum. What do you know? She hasn’t changed a bit.

“Um, do you know when John King will be allowed to see visitors?” I asked her.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” she said, flipping a page of her magazine.

“Are you sure you’re supposed to be reading a magazine at work?” I asked her.

“Look, kid, why don’t you mind your own business and leave me alone. I’ve had enough out of you,” she said.

“Tell me when I’ll be able to see my boyfriend and I will be out of your hair,” I said.

“Yea, right. You’ve been here plenty of times already. You’ll be back,” she said.

“Just do your job and tell me!” I shouted at her.

She grinned. “No,” she said.

“I wish I had my powers right about now,” I mumbled to myself.

“What?” she said.

“Nothing. But can you at least tell me where the snack machines are? I’m starving,” I said.

“Turn around,” she said. I turned around and they were right there.

“Idiot,” she mumbled.

“I heard that!” I said. After I got me some Doritoes, I sat back down in the lobby. I was just about through with my chips when Eric walked back in.

“Tiffany, have you heard from the doctors any?” he asked.

“No. The nurse won’t tell me a thing,” I said.

“Shouldn’t there be more than one nurse?” he asked.

“Well, there should be, but I guess they’re all on break. Either that or the rude lady ran them all off with her gum chewing and obnoxious attitude,” I said.

“You mean, like you?” he said.

“Shut up. I don’t even chew gum,” I said.

“I can get her to tell me,” he said.

“Good luck,” I said. He walked up to her and waited. Lucky for my new werewolf abilities, I was able to hear them from across the room.

“Ahem,” Eric said.

“Yes?” she said. She lowered the magazine and immediately got 20 times nicer. “May I help you?” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I said to myself.

“Um, yes, I was wondering when John King will be done with x-rays,” he said.

“Oh, sure honey, no problem,” she said. She started typing stuff into the computer. “Yes, you can see him now. They are finished with everything,” she said.

“Thank you,” Eric said.

“Anytime,” she said. Eric walked back to me with a smirk on his face.

“See? Nothing to it,” he said.

“She just likes you because you’re cute,” I said.

“Oh, so you admit I’m cute?” he said. I could feel myself starting to blush.

“Uh, no, what are you talking about? I didn’t say anything like that,” I said.

“Ok. Whatever,” he said, grinning. I silently cursed myself to admitting to his boyish good looks.