Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Stranger.

 "Marvellous, you’re up!” Cheerfully, the young teenage girl chirped as she sauntered into the tent, completely unfazed by the mess in front of her which was April.

 “I’ve brought your medicine.” She lay down a platter of an assortment of drugs-the medical kind- before April on her bed, humming a catchy tune and her long dark hair swayed as she did.

 The girl regarded April- who sat before her in a confused state- by pampering the covers on her bed which had been ruffled by her rough awakening. April thought the girl seemed so out of place; there was no way she belonged in a camp like this.

 “How are you feeling?” Pausing mid-song, the girl turned to April with a sickly sweet smile.

 “I’m...OK?” April’s voice once again had changed, it was more strenuous and she had even cleared her throat to speak again- only to find that it hadn’t had her desired effect.

 “You’ve been out for a while, so it may take a couple of days before you have your voice back. But really, you were expected to recover from your coma for at least another week.” She stated, eyeing April’s appearance with careful eyes.

 “How long have I been out for?” April croaked, rubbing her throat and wincing slightly from the pain that the movement caused throughout her body.

 “...It’s been 4 days. Your friends have tried to see you but, really... you’re not in a position which they’d be too comfortable seeing- no offence, but right now, you’re pretty...conquered.”

April couldn’t help the growl that rolled out of her mouth. She didn’t mind the fact that the girl was clearly stating the obvious, and she was somewhat pleased to know that her friends had tried to come see her. But she didn’t like the pitiful look the girl was giving her.

 The poor girl’s cheerful demeanour faltered dramatically due to April’s irritable behaviour. The girl sighed, almost knowing that she wouldn’t last long before she felt threatened.

 “Look- I’ve been ordered to clean you up so you’re at least a little presentable.” She snapped, her eyes glowing a rich amber colour, instantly proving April’s theory whether this girl was human or not.

 “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” April ran a hand through her tangled hair, retracting it when she felt the grease and grimaced slightly. She propped her back up against the hard wood frame, ignoring the aggravated stir in her chest and stomach.

 “What did you say your name was?” April asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable as the girl heaved her from the bed gingerly- almost afraid that she’d attack her.

 “My name’s Teresa. I was told that I should avoid all possible conversation with you,” She laughed, “but I’m not too sure why.” She slowly forced me onto my feet.

 “I-I think I can walk, Teresa- thank you, though.” April tried for a smile, but it must’ve come out weaker than hoped. Her legs were stiff from lying down for so long, but she managed to walk a few steps without falling, which was a start.

 “You know, I’m not too sure how you’re still here.” Teresa muttered, eyeing my body suspiciously.

 “What? Do you mean still in this tent? I-I can’t walk that fast.” April laughed, or at least tried to, but the harsh coughing fit disrupted her slightly. Her head began to swim and she felt her body sway.

 “Whoa-whoa, careful now.” Teresa mused, supporting April and steadying her. “And what I meant was; you were shot by two arrows- silver arrows. The kind that is able to kill werewolves instantly. So how on earth were you able to survive two of them?” She asked, her mouth agape and eyes wide.