My Savior (Furry BoyxBoy)

Huh, Stab Wounds Are Apparently Pretty Bad

So, by now it's no secret that werewolves heal incredibly fast right? Yeah well have you ever heard about the whole, silver bullet thing? Essentially what that is if you've never heard of it is that one of the only ways to actually kill a werewolf is to shoot it through the heart with a bullet made of silver yadda yadda yadda. Well, that's because silver to werewolves is like imperial gold to Roman demigods.

It hurts like a bitch.

So, although not deadly, getting stabbed in the gut with a knife coincidentally made out of silver (Aiden is somewhat smarter than I thought) is more than a little detrimental. So you might be thinking, "okay why don't you just pull it out? You'll heal super quick so you don't have to worry about bleeding out."

Nah. Nope.

One of the reasons why silver is so effective at killing werewolves is because it prevents healing for a short amount of time after its been removed and prevents it entirely while it's in there so if I pulled out the blade, I'd bleed out like a hypoglycemic. Not a very good idea.

Now, if I bled out I would regenerate obviously, but it's a slow and not very fun process, and it kinda like, prohibits you from doing anything but laying in a coma for about a week and having not super fun dreams. Also, my pack needs me to fight, not be another thing they need to protect. Also Randall. So essentially, I'm a little fucked.

So what do I do? Keep the knife in and I postpone the inevitable. Pull it out and I'm a little useless for a bit. What IS there to do? Well, the only thing I can do is go home, get to the medics office, and have him take over. Essentially he can lay me down and plug the wound for a bit, cauterize the inside after that, and then give me the necessary medicine and bandages to stay not bleeding and also no fighting until tomorrow. So gross AND boring.

When I woke up, the first thing I said was:

"Did you pull out the knife yet?"
"Yeah, open your eyes, you're in the infirmary you dunce."
"Wow, nice words for the guy who's barely alive," I said. I opened my eyes and saw that yeah, I was in the infirmary so essentially they had done the whole procedure with me unconscious. How rude, I needed that for this book!

"Hey." I heard from the right of me in an almost too soft to hear tone. I looked over and saw Randall sitting down a few feet away. Immediately my sarcastic attitude dropped and I sat up, instantly sitting back down because I forgot that oh yeah, I got stabbed and that shit hurts. I heard him start walking in my direction and through my hisses of pain, I managed to open my eyes.

"Hey pretty lady, how are you doing?" Okay maybe the sarcasm was still there.

"Three things. One, I'm not a lady. Two, I'm really glad you're awake. Three, if you ever do something stupid like that again I'm going to actually murder you. Emphasis on that last one because I want to hug you but I don't want to hurt you but I do because why would you do that, that was obviously a suicide mission so why would you-"

I reach up and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down until our faces were an in apart and whispered to him a slight shush before kissing him softly, letting go of his shirt and putting my hand instead on the back of his head. I used my free arm to push and prop myself up, ignoring the burning, slicing feeling in my everything and pulled away to look him in the eyes.

"I did it because I love you baby." I said softly yet firmly.

"Yeah I know.. but still though like, I'm mad at you because I know you love me and I love you too but still that's no reason to go and get yourself KILLED because then I wouldn't have you and vice versa and..." he kept ranting on, starting to pace back and forth so I stood and, ass he asked me where I was going, I walked out and poured myself a bowl of cereal.