Davie slumped out of the car griping his neck, which gushed with blood. He crashed to the ground on his knees. His eyes beginning to roll back as more blood seeped between his fingers.
“Holy fucking shit,” Cooper shouted but was barely heard over Kayla screaming. “Kayla,” Cooper tried to get the girl’s attention.
“Oh my god, oh my fucking god,” Kayla screamed louder drawing the attention of some of the people inside the house and drawing them into the warm night.
“Kayla, Kayla I need you to call 9-1-1.” Cooper grabbed Davie and slapped his face trying to keep his brother conscious. “Don’t, focus on me Davie. Please focus on me.”
It felt like hours went by and the shouting didn’t stop. Eva brought out towel after towel and Davie stayed conscious the whole time but grew unbelievably pale and sallow. Cooper pushed down and the bleeding didn’t slow. Relief swept over the crowd as the ambulance pulled up and the EMT’s jumped out. In moments, Davie was tucked away on a gurney rushing off to the hospital.
Ted in a nonchalant way hugged his wife and whispered to her then went inside. Eve moved slowly to Cooper who was covered in blood and eyed his red hands.
“Ted’s going to drive us to the hospital but do you want to wash up then join us there in a bit?” Eva suggested her old hands rubbing themselves. Cooper could tell that she was scared hell, so was he. Cooper nodded and went inside passing Ted on the steps up to the porch and ignoring him.
Hurrying into the bathroom Cooper took off his shirt and started washing his hands. There was so much blood and it dried so quickly Cooper had to scrub to get it off. His hands were red and irritated by the time he got the last bit of blood from under his nails. He sat on the edge of the tub and rocked thinking about what just happened. “I can’t lose both of them.” Cooper whispered then stood up and went downstairs.
In the living room Kayla was in the middle of a cigarette while pouring herself a glass of red wine to take with a vicodin that she juggled in her cigarette hand. Cooper noticed this from the top of the staircase and sat down in one of the oldest pieces of furniture in the house an armchair passed down through his family.
“Hey hon, Ken drove Eve to the hospital, she told me to take you when you’re ready.” Kayla slid the vicodin into her mouth and swallowed it with a gulp of wine. “It’s for my back, damn cheerleading messed me up.” Kayla noticed Cooper wasn’t amused. “When do you wanna go?”
“Now, preferably, are you okay to drive though?” Cooper motioned to the wine on the table.
Kayla smiled and stood up digging into her purse, “I don’t see why not. Let’s go,” She headed towards the door. “So, you’ve changed a lot in Los Angeles haven’t you. All too-cool-for-school.”
“Really? You think so?” Cooper questioned following Kayla.
“Yeah you’re so…I don’t know, too cool now,” Kayla opened the front door and walked outside; the night air had cooled down a bit.
“Just been thinking.” Cooper shut the door but didn’t lock it. They never locked their front door, Bay Tree was just that kind of town, at least the way Cooper remembered it.
Kayla walked up to an old Volkswagen and opened the door sliding inside. Before Cooper knew it they were driving quickly down the road towards the hospital on the other side of town, it was more of a large clinic rather than a huge hospital but it provided the town with what they needed. It was tiring waiting around and listening to Kayla go on and on about how much she hates her life and how she has better things planned for herself. By the time Cooper left the hospital he was exhausted.
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The Blue Sheep (manxman)
WerewolfCooper Morris just found out that his father is dead. Leaving Los Angeles to return to the hometown he never wanted to see again he discovers that the more he finds out about his father's death the further he goes into the underworld of werewolves...
