New Girl (Slowly Updating)

Somebody Call 9-1-1

A/N: Oh wow, hi guys it's been a while huh? I don't even know what to say, just writer's block and school but I'll really try to update more. And the story is starting to get a little cliché so new things are going to happen, enjoy! :)

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Somebody Call 9-1-1

I woke up suddenly, my sweaty shirt clinging to my back as I curled my hands around my stomach. Fuck, I forgot about the cramps. I usually only got my period every few months for 3 days, but those 3 days felt like an eternity. Rolling around I tried to find a comfortable position to rest in, nowhere satisfying me enough. I tried to get up, my legs wobbling slightly as I made my way to the bathroom.

Looking into the mirror left me gasping at the image I caused. My hair was damp and extremely unruly, the bags under my eyes darker than I'd ever seen them and my cheeks hollowed and my skin had an unhealthy gray pallor to it. I reached into the cabinet for the painkillers, my eyes blurred and my hand shook as a large amount fell into my hands. I only took two, the rest laying innocently in my hand. Grabbing the cup on the corner of the sink I filled it up with water, swallowing the pills down my painfully tight stomach.

Something was around my throat, choking, constricting my air supply. It felt like the world was spinning, a flying top that seemed to go on forever. My legs gave out and I felt a sharp pain on my forehead where it hit the sink before I fell unconscious, the pills falling out of my hand in a heap.

Damien

My shift at local hospital had barely started before I felt a pounding pain in my head, enough for me to grip the side of the chair I was sitting in. I saw white for a little bit, the pain so fierce and excruciating I may have actually cried out. Although it only lasted about 5 seconds my head was still pounding afterwards.

"What the hell?" The only other time I'd experienced a random feeling like that was earlier today in class, the same class that caused me and Marilynn to be at the nurse at the same time. Now that was a nice thought, even with her sad eyes and scared demeanor she somehow outshines everyone else. Even Clarissa, the girl I'd been with for 6 months.

I continued to think about her, the dainty way she moved, the way her eyes would glaze over when she wasn't paying attention. How her curled hair refused to stay off her face, no matter how many times she pushed it away. It actually surprised me how much I'd recognized about her in that short time. But there was one thing I was sure to never forget, that kiss.

Fire, connection, and heat, lots and lots of heat. That's all I could think about when it came to mind, the feel of her pliant lips under mine as she gave in to me. The gentle resistance she provided at first until she absolutely flourish beneath my touch, the give and take almost as strong as mine. I shook off those thoughts with a smile, my mind suddenly turning me into a damn lovesick poet at just the thought of her.

I felt a ghost of a pulse at my temple, reminding me of the original pain once again. I was tempted to check on Marilynn, feeling that they were both connected somehow, but I didn't even have a way to contact her. Damn it, I guess I should've figured out a way to get her number with my tongue down her throat.

My partner Danny came in then, a head taller than me with a concerned expression on his face. I knew we'd gotten a call then because even though he resembled an angry bear on a bad day, he had a kind and soft heart for each of our patients. "C'mon, kid, we got a possible suicide on 23 Maple Avenue, you drive." He tossed me the keys, getting the supplies we needed while I went and started up the ambulance.

He closed his door seconds later, rearranging himself comfortably as I turned on the siren and sped down the familiar streets. The GPS guided me to the exact place and we both got out, staring at the sad, tearful eyes of the woman standing by the door.

"Hello ma'am. Is she inside?" Danny asked immediately, looking at the closed door in confusion. "She is but I haven't been inside yet." We both turned back to her, "Then how did you make this call?" Astonishment was written on both of our faces. "Let's just call it a bit of intuition." Danny shrugged, turning towards the door and kicking it in after no response to our knocks.

I turned back to the woman, something about her was increasingly familiar, maybe the tilt of her eyes or the sound of her voice, "Have," turning back to face her I saw that no one was there and that raised my hackles even more. "Daimen, get in here and help me!" Shaking off the strange feeling I walked inside, running towards the sound of Danny's voice.

I turned the corner and stopped full in my tracks, unable to believe the scene before me. Her scent encompassed the room, filling my senses to the point of distraction. Walking quickly into the room, I tried to shake the image of her off the floor. She looked dead, but she couldn't be. I've barely had her for a day and she's about to be ripped from me.

Danny was opening her mouth, trying to see if her throat was clear while watching me with concerned eyes, "You alright kid?" I shook my head, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes. "I-I know her..." He sighed, heavy and deep while picking her up and placing her head over the toilet, "I'll try to see if we can bring back up the pills."

He placed his gloves on, placed two fingers inside of her mouth and pressed down, trying to press onto her gag reflex. Her body jerked, fluids and blood flowing out of her mouth while Danny quickly removed his hand. I was at her side in an instant, rubbing her back and pulling her hair away from her face. "Marilynn, Marilynn talk to me." Her head simply lolled to the side, her breathing uneven and choppy.

"Why isn't she waking up? Shouldn't she be better now?" Looking into the toilet I saw no evidence of pills, barely a dusting. I lift her up, cradling her head against my chest as I walked her hastily to the van. "Danny you're driving!" Laying her on the cushioned bench in the back, I pushed my wolf to the forefront of my mind.

He howled in recognition and as one we opened our minds to both the human and nonhuman side of things in our environment. Focusing solely on Marilynn, I felt it, the slightest flicker of dark magic that someone had been trying to hide.

Taking a deep breath in, I thanked my wolf and went back to my fully human self. Now I was on a hunt, finding out who had done something to her, and more importantly, why.