" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 . 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦
My eyes slowly lifted open, blinking the sleep out of them a few times before I focused on my surroundings. My body was stiff, particularly my neck, but that was due to the fact it was tilted to the left in the bed I was lying in. I was lying in a bed, in an obnoxiously bright room that smelled like antibacterial soap. Questions jumped out at me: Where am I? Why am I here...wherever here is? Why do I feel so...okay? At the moment, I couldn't answer any of them because my brain was so fogged up. That was another question to add to this list: why was I so confused? And in the midst of all this confusion, I couldn't help but notice how normal I felt. My eyes darted around, my head not moving an inch. I appeared to be in a hospital room—mine by the looks of it. Across the room, a folder with a label slapped across the tab sat in a wall pocket. HEMMINGS, KATHERINE, it read. From what I could see, I was wearing some ugly hospital gown. Beside me to the left, I could hear the dripping of an IV and the beeping of a heart monitor. Then my attention focused on the shuffling of my IV line. My head tilted up, my neck crying out in pain to see a bald, African American man tampering with the fluid bag.
"Deaton?" I curiously spoke, seeing the supernatural knowing veterinarian have his hands on the IV.
"Morning." He smiled.
"Hi..." I suspiciously said, eying the syringe in his hand.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine—I'm sorry, what exactly are you doing here?"
"What, I'm not allowed to visit an old family friend in the hospital?"
"No you would be if this old family friend knew exactly what she was doing in said hospital." I retorted. Deaton chuckled and then turned somewhat serious.
"You got attacked by an animal."
"An animal? What are you talking about that—" Yeah, my brain was cloudy.
"It was the same thing that happened to Lydia Martin, such a shame, isn't it?" He was covering
"Yeah..." My voice trailed off. That still didn't explain why I was here.
"Derek Hale found you in the woods last night, wandering around disoriented." That was right, well partially right. I knew where Deaton was heading, or at least trying to head with this. I'd been sick yesterday, really sick. And somehow I ended up in the woods, like I had been coxed by something, and Derek had found me there. I don't remember anything after that. But I was really sick, so that possibly explained why I was in the hospital.
