Saved by an Angel

Chapter 2

Previously
**Oh my god, IT WAS A FUCKING WEREWOLF!!!**

What in the actually hell? Why in freak's nature did this happen to me? How the heck did I become so unfortunate as to have ended up meeting fictional characters in real life?

Now if it had been Natsu from Fairy tail, I would have been stoked! Why not let me just marry Benedict Cumberbatch? Or even let me chill with Elizabeth from Clifford, the Big Red Dog? That would have been better than this!

I could have died from this encounter! And not out of joy, like I would have if Yato (anime, Noragami) had been in my presence.

The doctor stated earlier that my hooded savior is messed up pretty badly. Not that it's obvious or anything. It's not like he didn't just get beaten and almost killed by a mystical beast. (Note sarcasm)

While my savior is fighting for his life (again), I'm sitting outside the operation room where he is. The halls are so white and clean, and so loud. Yelling or even screaming sometimes escape rooms, and doctors and nurses yelling orders trying to save people seemed to be the main noise that I could hear. Although there are so many people around me, I feel so alone and cold. It's a feeling that has occurred often tonight. I just want someone to hold me and let me cry into their shoulder.

I still haven't contacted my parents; mainly because I don't know what to tell them. I mean I want to be like, "Hey dad, I got attacked by a man eating werewolf but don't worry I was saved by a guy in a black hoodie who is now currently in the hospital. Also, there is a girl out there being chased by the same monster. That girl kinda saved my ass. She could be dead. By the way, I'm not insane." Like, what the fuck? I would be sent to a mental institution.

That might not be such a bad thing. At this point, I think I might be insane. Maybe I'm a schizophrenic, and I just had an episode. I could just hear a psychiatrist telling me now that it's all in my head and putting me on all these unnecessary pills that will eventually be the end of me, instead of the werewolf.

Well, isn't that a pleasant thought!

"Ms. Taylor?" a man in a lab coat, suddenly confronts me, lightly touching my shoulder. I'm a little embarrassed because there is a great chance he saw me making faces at myself when I was thinking. Plus, he's kinda in my personal bubble.

"That's me, can you please step away from my personal bubble?" I ask with slight edge to my voice. I know that it isn't his fault, but right now I'm not prepared to be touched by strangers.

The man takes a full step back, regret filled in his facial expression. His expression quickly changed with sorrow as he parted his mouth to speak again, but only to end up closing it. He kept his gaze on the floor trying to gather his words, but I am an impatient person.

"I'm sorry for addressing you rudely, but is the man going to be okay?"

The man lifted his noticeably sliver eyes, looking relieved of not having to restart the conversation.

"The doctor said he'll recover in a couple of weeks, but...he-..he's going to have some um... unusual side affects from the drugs and wounds.."

The man was looking down at the ground again, looking quite nervous. I don't understand why though. It's not like I'm going to be taking care of him. So, why is he telling me all of this?

"..Ms. Taylor...he doesn't have any relatives or friends near by, matter of fact, he has no relatives in the system at all... so I- I mean the hospital was wondering if you could help him recover from home in a few weeks?"

His eyes glittered with hope that I would say yes, practically begging. He did save my life. I guess helping him for a while shouldn't do much harm. What's the worse that could happen, other than another werewolf attack?

"How long would I be helping him?"

"Six months?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa! I cant take care of him and go to school! My parents would be pissed if I missed too much school! Even if it is for someone who saved me...

"What about school?" I decide to ask calmly despite my freaking out inside.

"He's a high schooler, shouldn't be much of a problem once you reach the school. The hospital will contact the school to help you, help him. He's going to need it." His silver eyes held confidence in them. One that wasn't there only moments before which can throw almost any girl off.

Blank. I have nothing to say. I have no physical words. What the hell? I always have something to say.  Damn it!

"He goes to the same high school as you.  He's even your age. Didn't you know?"