Hoseoks White Wolf

Spring Day

Bri P.O.V

The last thing I remember about that last time I was awake was two pairs of eyes in front of me a pair of golden honey eyes looking scared to death and a pair of glowing neon blue eyes looking like they where worried for me. I tried to get up but there is a sharp pain in the side of my head along with my leg which was wrapped carefully and when I reach up to feel my head I hiss in pain but my pain is overthrown my my anger. I'm. So. Fucking.  Pissed.
   MY FUCKING HEAD IS SHAVED ON THE SIDE!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAPPENED TO MY HAIR. WHOEVER DID THIS IS GOING TO DIE!!!
After looking around the unfamiliar room I noticed that I was in some sort of vintage themed room yet here is still a hospital feel to the room. The walls where a deep purple, the floors where a nice hard wood that looks like is was just polished, the bed I am in was a nice great to go along with the vintage feel, and the warm spring day breeze was flowing through the off white sheer curtains.
Though in the room was also an IV connected to a tube going into my arm and a cart with a tray of medication on it near the door which was open slightly. I am so scared all I can think about is what happened to me last night and how I ended up here but I also feel safe somehow, it's hard to explain.      
           There where foot steps coming closer to the door that I heard through the crack. The anticipation was killing me not knowing who is about to open that door. Thoughts running through my head on a verge of a panic attack but to my surprise it was an elderly lady she was hunched over slightly, had white hair, very tanned skin, and the most beautiful violet eyes I have ever seen.
"Hello darling how are you doing?" The old woman asked warmly.
"I'm fine. . . . ,but if possible would you be able to tell me where I am?"  I said trying to hide my borderline panic attack.
"Your safe here don't worry." She said while reaching for my hand slowly making sure not to startle me probably sensing my panic. As soon as she took my hand she closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly taking in a deep breath in but when she opened them they where a clouded white color and she look so happy but so upset at the same time Tearing up a little. When she let go of my hand she looked at me again bringing herself closer to me and said,
"What's your name?" In a somewhat concerning, yet happy voice.
"It's Briland Snow, but I tell people who can't say it to call me Bri or Andi," I responded sweetly with a bright smile even though I'm scared to death and in pain because of what just happened with this ladies eyes!
"That's a beautiful name! Mine is Amethysteriada. I come from a long line of Native Americans," wow that is a really... unique name.
"I'm in awe that is the most amazing name I have ever heard!"
"Thank you, Briland!" She said this with the most caring smile in the world yet my face still turns to a frown and my eyes start to tear slightly which was beyond my control.
No one has called me by my full name since my father before he died a few years ago. I can still remember every second of that day, but who wouldn't remember the day you father and pregnant mother die. Its even worse that I was in the car right behind them with my aunt watching their car flip over and over and over and over again times on the snow and ice ridden road hearing their screams through the phone that was still on call and hearing their last word to me and to each other.
"We love you Briland don't forget that" I can still here their distressed voices and their I love you's to my unborn brother and to each other. Now that I'm recalling it again I remember my father trying to say something but running out of the breaths he had left to finish his sentence,
"Briland, stay a-away f-from t-the forest n-near ———" those where his last words but I don't know what forest he wants me to stay away from. I hope it wasn't this one.
Amethysteriada breaks me out of the thought by asking me what's wrong concerned over why I'm suddenly crying uncontrollably and I just come up with the simplest most indirect answer that can be given trying to avoid reliving that moment exposing why I'm crying.
"My head is just starting to hurt again" which wasn't a complete lie. My head hurts so much I feel like I'm going to black out and I slowly lay back down sinking into the darkness mumbling,
"I'm going to go to sleep for a little while" to the old woman sitting next to me.