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VALENTINA. THE FEMINE GIVEN FORM of the Roman name 'Valentinus'. The names derived from the Latin word 'valens' meaning 'healthy, strong', both of which the woman herself definitely was. That was the case even so as she lay, seemingly dead, on the side of a highway at the entrance to Beacon Hills.
The brunette's face had been covered in her own blood, with a possible broken nose, and the rest of her body was as unfortunate. She had countless broken ribs and could not move from her position on the ground.
Yet her most obvious injury was a claw mark. The deep scratch ran from her left shoulder to the bottom of her torso. Valentina groaned in pain as she attempted to move closer to the road, with her hand partially in the road to signify that she was there.
It had been more than ten minutes before Valentina saw, through the blood that was running down her face, a car stop beside her. When the car had stopped, a middle-aged woman came running out of it, whilst a girl around the brunette's age stayed beside the car, a phone in her left hand.
She managed to get out a sigh of relief, the woman now by her side and attempting to move the girl onto her back. The woman had vividly blonde hair, as her hands became a crimson red once she had moved Valentina.
"Evelyn!" The woman called, her head facing towards the man while the rest of her body was directed on the injured girl in front of her. "What did they say? How quick are they gonna be? I think she's dying, oh my God, please don't die!"
Her words echoed back and forth in the werewolf's mind, but only as someone else's. It was her mother. Valentina could recognise her voice from any where, another groan being released from her mouth, but a word hidden underneath it. The word definitely was not her mother's, though the blonde woman was still trying to figure out what she was saying.
Valentina's eyes went black, the sound of sirens wailing in the close distance with the cries of the mother beside her. She felt her body being lifted higher, there were now lots more voices, making Valentina frantically shake her head in confusion before what she was finally trying to say came out, as she gasped for air.
"Derek Hale."
The paramedic sitting by her side, shrugged when he heard the name. He forced open the brunette's eyes, only to see them being a dark shade of scarlet red making the male jumped away from the girl in the back vehicle. When he looked at her eyes again, they were brown.
She opened her eyes slightly, looking straight up to the black, night sky as she was being moved from the ambulance to ground in a gurney. The same paramedic who had been in the ambulance with her, pushed her into the hospital whilst shouting for a nurse's name that Valentina was unable to hear.
"Multiple broken ribs, broken nose, possible eye socket issues, deep scratch from shoulder to torso and head trauma." The man shouted, Valentina now in her own hospital room with the called-for nurse next to her, trying to check her pulse. He lifted her from the gurney onto the hospital bed, before moving away from the girl as swiftly as he could.
