Willing

6.

"You look dead." The bathroom door opens as Maxwell enters. Maxwell eyes me from their spot. They approaches me with quite steps and stands to left. I want to answer them or better tell them to fuck off but opening my eyes or my mouth is a little too much right now, also my vision is slightly foggy.

All in all, I do feel dead.

In the last few days, I have come to know Maxwell and other doctors here. All the doctors are surprisingly very serious, they talk less, they share less. Most of the time it is hard to believe that my goofy brother is working here.

"Do you need any help?" Maxwell's concerned voice reminds me why I am exactly here.

Full moon is coming and my body is completely out of my control. I know I couldn't be able to shift, I haven't shifted since...since then. My wolf is either too weak or he is just being a brat or he might be depressed. Do wolves get depressed?

Not that it matters as full moon will definitely force my body to shift however it doesn't.

To top it all, I can't keep my food down for long. I have already puked two time, my stomach is aching like a bitch and I think dehydration is causing this massive headache.

So yes, I am dead.

"You look pale, McNally." It is one of the few weird habits of Maxwell, calling everyone by their last name. Which is why I am also stck with Maxwell.

"Get out, Maxwell." As my eyes are closed I don't know what face they are making but the hard slap that they delivered, makes it quite clear. They suddenly grab my arm to make me stand straight but my stomach hurrle in protest. Without a warning, I double over and empty my remaining breakfast.

"Shit." Maxwell immediately remove their hand.

I guess this too gross even for a doctor.

"You can go. I don..." Clutching my stomach, I dry heave. There is nothing left to come out.

"Fuck, Drew. You think you can walk?" I wait moment to answer but my mouth is just so disgustingly bitter that answering wasn't an option. "Never mind. Put your arm around my shoulder. Stop making that face, asshole. You know you can't walk on your own."

So Maxwell isn't repulsed by my state.

As soon as we are in the office, Maxwell makes me lay down on the bed which as expected is not the most comfortable bed. I know I should wash my mouth to get rid of this horrid smell but whole body is trembling like a dry leaf.

"Dude, I think I should call McNally."

"NO!"

"Really? You are not a child." After thrusting a water bottle in my hand, they checked my plush, "There is sink next to bed on your left."

When I failed miserably to locate my left side, Maxwell gently moved my body in the right direction.

"Thanks."

"McNally, you know what is happening with your body?"

"Why are you asking me that? I am not the doctor here."

They scoff at my reply, not that I care. I am in for too much pain to care. My low body feels like it is about to rip apart.

Damn, it hurts!

"I think I need to give you an injection. Can you tell me...forget it. I'll give a light dose. I have a fair idea why you are going through this misery."

I think they are talking to just keep my mind of this agonizing pain. It is so much bad that when Maxwell did inject me, I don't feel it.

As the drug takes it affects, I feel how slowly my mind becomes drowsy. Not so much that I lose my sense of surrounding but enough to not feel this throbbing in my head.