A Spitfire's Fury

Chapter 23- I Don't Need No Frauds

Bet you thought I was dead. Or worse.

Studying. 

NOT. I was making bad decisions and sleeping away the guilt! Yay. Anyway, hope u lik nu chappie

"Fuck" I growled, drawing my hand back from the blade. Hard tech at school always guaranteed some sort of injury, but today, I had a full-on cut opening my palm. 

Lyle clicked his tongue, leaning over to examine the large cut on my hand. "That's gonna need stitches." 

A girl next to us scoffed. "We're werewolves. It'll heal in another five minutes." I glanced up at her, raising my brow as she paled when she recognized who I was. The girl stepped back a bit, obviously not wanting to get on my bad side. This morning I had a flat tire so was late to school, forgot my lunch and credit card at home and hadn't seen Merrick all morning. He had left a note saying he was ought on pack business the whole day until dinner tonight with Cory. 

A small part of me missed him a lot. The rest of me spent most of its time trying to deny it. 

Stupid ass feelings. 

"The blade shouldn't have done that Karen." Mr Lakes said, inspecting the wobbliness. He took the blade easily out of the clamped hold it was meant to be in, raising a brow. "I don't know how it got like this. I'll check up with the caretaker after class." He glanced at my hand then back at the blade in his hands before giving an irritated sigh, walking away. Lyle frowned, closely looking at the machine. 

"It worked just fine the other day. And how come it was just yours?" The questions were more meant for his own detective mind- since he had an unhealthy addiction to every Sherlock Holmes franchise ever- but I was still stuck in my own pity party. God forbid how I would be when we were actually mated. 

"You okay?" Lyle asked, concern flitting over his features as I stood there in silence. He knew about my own werewolf healing problem and had often been the one dressing my wounds. I sighed, nodding. Pitiful Karen was not Party Karen, and Party Karen was the epitome of Cool Karen."Yeah. Can you come with me to the nurse?"

He grabbed both of our bags as an answer, and we walked out of class. We came to the nurse, and I saw Cory come out of the office, holding a plant of some kind. I grinned at him, waving. "Gone to give the nurse her weekly homeopathic herbs?"

Cory stiffened, meeting my gaze for a moment before nodding and scratching the back of his head. "...Yeah, that's it. I've got to go Enforcer Jay, but I'll see you later!" Then he ran off as if his heels were on fire and I was gasoline. 

"That was weird," Lyle commented, staring after the disappeared wolf. I shrugged, walking into the office. "He probably isn't used to seeing me out of training. It would be weird to see your trainer in school, the same year as you."

Lyle glanced at me then shrugged a shoulder, brushing it off. 

Nurse Kelcie turned on her seat, spinning with a smile that lit up the room. "My favorite warrior wolf!"

My own face responded with an equally as happy smile, "Is that really a compliment Nurse Kelcie? Especially since all the other warrior wolves are like wet towels to interact with?"

She laughed, a bright, jolly sound that made her so much more youthful than she looked. Nurse Kelcie was one of those people who wasn't mainstream beautiful, pretty, or even cute. But she had the kind of personality that could make the worst day better. The kind of person you didn't know you needed until they made you feel like you were the only person that mattered in the world at that moment. 

Lyle pulled at my hand, taking off his handkerchief that he had used to stop the bleeding. I winced when my cut opened, revealing raw flesh knitting itself together at a glacial pace. Gross. 

"Oh my, oh dear. You're in luck though! Cory- bless his heart- just came in to give me a plant that can help with wraps and slow healers!" 

Lyle raised a brow. "Slow healers? Specifically?"

Nurse Kelcie nodded. "It apparently helps with humans and their healing capabilities. I've asked other packs, and they said they have stocks of this plant, and it improves slow healing by thirty percent." She glanced back at me as she ground some leaves and fluids into a paste. "And judging by how much fights your girl gets involved in every day, she's gonna need as much speed healing as possible." 

I nodded, agreeing with Nurse Kelcie like one would agree with their Grandma. And I didn't know shit about medicine other than you should either have it with water or with food. Sometimes.

Lyle considered her words for a few moments before acquiescing and moving to the side of me. Nurse Kelcie clicked her tongue in reproach,  lathering the paste onto some bandages before wrapping them tightly around my hand. I hissed as pain lanced through my hand and arm, needles pricking at my skin as my eyes watered.

"Is it meant to sting the fuck out of my nerve system?"

Nurse Kelcie nodded, finishing the bandaging with a deft knot. "Yep. No pain no gain as the young ones say."

I was pretty sure old people said that too, but I shrugged. "Thanks Nurse K. When should I take it off?" 

My palm pulsed a steady throb of pain that ran in waves. I gulped, knowing I had withstood much more painful things. Nurse Kelcie stripped off her gloves and thought. "Before you go to bed. Then come back in tomorrow and we'll see if anything has changed."

I thanked her again and left with Lyle, letting out a string of very descriptive curse words that had a sophomore staring at me with his mouth wide open. Lyle laughed, shaking his head. "You probably just introduced that fetus to the world of impropriety."

I chuckled. "When has corruption not been my thing?" 

A particularly painful pulse went through my hand and all the way up to my shoulders, stinging every nerve ending on the right side of my body. I swore again, loudly this time, alerting Lyle to the pain that watered my eyes again.

"Karen?"

I grit my teeth. It was probably my body reacting to a foreign substance, which was something wolf bodies never reacted well to. I shook my head, blinking away tears and fisting my hand behind my back.

"All is well. I think Nurse K tied it a bit too tight." I tried joking, hearing the notes of forced humor. 

Lyle scanned my face for a long minute, before sighing and throwing an arm over my shoulder. "Let's go and get ice-cream. My treat."

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. "As if I would accept anything less, slave."

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