Amelia 'Mia' Argent has been raised to fear the supernatural. Coming from a long lineage of werewolf hunters, she is being trained to hunt and one day become the leader of her team. But when her family moves to Beacon Hills in search for an Alpha, t...
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"Today's going kind of slow," Melissa said as they made their way down the corridor. "Don't you think?"
"For me, maybe, but I'm sure it's just as stressful to you," she replied with a smile.
Melissa laughed lightly. As if on cue, her pager beeped, signaling an emergency somewhere in the building. She turned to Mia, "Oh, looks like I have to go. How much do you have left?"
She looked down at her cart. She had been making rounds around the hospital, giving out flowers, plushies and food to the patients. She had two things left - a birthday card for a girl and a bouquet of flowers for Mr. Meyers from his wife.
"Room 205 and 137," she answered.
"Great. Finish up and then wait for me at the front desk. I'll be back soon."
She left and Mia sighed, getting ready to visit the bus driver. She had been anticipating it the entire day, shaking with nerves. This was her only chance to really find out who hurt him and she had to slip in and out without causing commotion. If Mr. Meyers could tell her who attacked him, it would make everything a lot easier. Her dad would finally have a clear target.
She prayed to whoever was listening that the attacker wasn't Scott.
She made her way to the third floor, locating Mr. Meyers room. She nodded a greeting to a few nurses who passed and then went into the room, trying to calm herself down.
She didn't expect to find a visitor.
Derek was standing by Mr. Meyers' bed, staring at him. They weren't talking - the bus driver was still unconscious or sleeping, oblivious to the strange man in his room, and Derek was silent. Only the steady beeps of the heart monitor filled the quiet.
"Derek?" she whispered, eyes wide, "What the hell are you doing here?"
The man clearly wasn't expecting anyone to come in. His shoulders tensed at her presence, but he didn't acknowledge her. She quickly rolled the cart by the wall and rushed over to the bed.
"Dude!" she hissed at the werewolf, not caring that she was being rude and he could very likely murder her right then and there, "Get out! What–"
Derek's arm shot out in front of her stomach, successfully blocking her from coming close to the patient. She glanced down at it, then at him, fuming, trying to push him away and out of the room.
"Open your eyes," Derek spoke to the driver, voice steady and commanding. For a moment, Mia stopped struggling against him in order to watch what happened next. "Look at me."
The man slowly opened his eyes and turned his head. It was clearly hard for him. Mia pushed Derek's hand away.
"You have no right to be here. Leave him alone," she said, "He has to rest."
She tried to put herself between Mr. Meyers and Derek as a shield, but the werewolf grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. His grip wasn't strong enough to hurt, but it was a warning and she got the message, freezing. Derek looked at the man again, "What do you remember?"
