An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 58 - Mr. Whittmore, Mr. Hyde

Warning: This goes a little dark so you've been warned...

Brooklyn wandered down the corridor, hoping he was there. She wanted to talk to Fenris about what else he knew about werewolves, more specifically Laura and Derek. The hunter walked with a slight limp not caring what anyone thought as she silently passed the nurses and doctors along the way. It was a good thing in her mind as the tiny smile challenged her lips.

The door for Fenris' office was ajar allowing her to poke her head in. The good doctor was not in but Brooklyn wasn't deterred. She slipped in and quietly locked the door granting her a few moments to find out all she could. The desk was the first place to look.

"Ah ha," she spotted the ledger on the desk, "Fenris' little black book."

She saw the appointments listed for the morning observing he was in room three with a patient at that very moment.

"So how long have these marks been like this?"

Fenris waited for him to answer.

"I….I don't remember," Jackson stuttered. "Maybe a few days."

"Well let's take a look then shall we?"

Apprehension swept over Jackson as his back and neck stood exposed. The wounds had not improved and even exhibiting light hints of inflammation prompting him to seek out Dr. Fenris.

"Have you experienced any other…..unusual symptoms?"

The teen took a deep breath before responding. "Yeah….I have. There was screaming and it felt as if my body was on fire."

Interesting…..

He wondered if the dreams were linked to the fire he had read about that happened six years ago outside of town. Fenris didn't share his opinion and continued examining the wounds.

"Well it looks like there are some signs of irritation and inflammation around the deepest parts of the injury but no infection."

"Well that's good," Jackson duly noted.

"Anyways, I'm going to put you on a regiment of antibiotics and topical ointment to alleviate any scratching or burning you may experience. If things don't get better by seven days call me."

Brooklyn felt her blood run cold.

The last person I wanted to see…

The hunter overheard the conversation and had no doubt in her mind Jackson was behind that door. She heard the footsteps clicking smartly across the tile and spun around with her back towards the swinging panel.

Fenris walked by but stopped and looked over his shoulder. He thought he had spotted someone he knew but only staff and patients were wandering the halls. Brooklyn cautiously turned the corner and started for his office. The hunter was halfway there when an arm lashed out and dragged her in an empty room.

Brooklyn swung her free arm making contact with the side of Jackson's face. The teen wasn't expecting the violent greeting as the force of the blow loosened his hold on her causing him to stumble backwards into the exam table.

"Don't ever do that again," her face was contorted into an ugly snarl.

"I won't," Jackson pouted and aggressively rubbed the side of his face. He looked up at the hunter stood over him. He found the dangerous look that dominated her face alluring to say the least. Her eyes clouded with anger as the storm raged within the constraints of those perfect circles.

"What do you want Jackson?"

"I should be asking you that," he rose up to his feet and looked down at the smaller woman.