How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

I Hate Being Kept Out Of The Picture

I woke and opened my eyes, quickly closing them again as a bright light burned my retinas.

Fuck that hurts...

Lifting my head, my neck felt stiff and painful. A bruise had formed on the side of my face. The pain deep in my cheek tender as I blinked. I sat bolt upright in a sudden rush of fear and looked around in confusion.

Where am I?

The room was small, sterile-looking and painted white, reminding me of a hospital ward. There was barely any furniture, the bed I was laying on surrounded by a ancient-looking medical equipment. It loosely resembled a large hospital bed, except it didn't have wheels, and contained several built-in computers which seemed to be monitoring my heart rate, brain function and a whole lot of other stuff that I didn't understand. I wondered how, as I wasn't actually connected up to any of the equipment.

Weird.

There was an odd contraption made from parts of a clock, the hands spinning like crazy as I watched them. A car battery sat next to the bed attached to a tray with an array of medical tools on it, including several knives, a small saw and a metal hammer.

What little else was around the room was also completely white; a small chest of draws, a wardrobe, a desk and a set of chairs. On the desk a folder and several pieces of loose paper caught my attention. I slowly got up and made my way over to look. As I moved the empty folder aside my eyes caught the top line.

ADMISSION FILE
Patient Name: Alec Colby
Species: Lycanthrope
Guide: Kian Richards
Blood Type: A+

NOTES
The patient is still unconscious after three hours. Last observation was at 14:22. As noted previously, the patient has no superficial injuries that require treatment. The patient has a scar that inflicted the werewolf curse on his right shoulder and bruising on the right side of his face. Next observation is due in an hour.

After reading the first few lines, I heard voices coming from outside. Quickly shoving everything back to roughly where it had been, I made my way back to the bed. As soon as I laid down the door swung open to reveal two people. There was one that I knew, and one I didn't.

The first to come in, dressed in his blood-red t-shirt and long black leather coat and trousers, was Kian. The second was a woman dressed in a long, stained lab coat. Her short dark hair tied back in a bun. She wore thick black-rimmed glasses that made her eyes look bigger than the usual. They were arguing, oblivious to anything else. Including me.

"We couldn't do any more than we have to help him." the woman snapped angrily at Kian, "You're making it sound like it's The Council's fault he was attacked. Ben won't be happy with your accusations, Kian."

"Well, if Ben has a problem he's welcome to come and talk to me face to face about it." Kian replied sharply, "It's not him who has to write up the incident report. Alec is under my guidance and protection, not his!"

"That's not the point..."

They both stopped talking as I sat up and cleared my throat loudly to announce my presence. Kian smiled widely, showing off his fangs. The woman in the lab coat looked at me with a, probably well-practised, look of concern.

"We thought you'd be up soon." Kian said, "You were out for the count though, how's your head feeling?"

"Still hurts," I admitted.

"Me Colby." The woman next to Kian said holding out a gloved hand for me to take, "My name is Dr Felicity Hart. I've been looking after you since you were brought in to us this morning, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"