The Werewolf On My Doorstep

:The Werewolf On My Doorstep:14: Damage Control

The Werewolf On My Doorstep

Its a bit short and boring, I think, and not my favorite chapter, but its more or less just a filler than anything else. Please comment and vote if you like it though.

Chapter 14: Damage Control

"He said his family was dead." Watching this Xander guy carry an unconscious Xavier up the stairs to the guest bedroom is extremely unnerving. Its obvious Xavier isn't light, so the fact that he can carry his limp body up the flight of stairs without even breaking a sweat is slightly scary. And there's also the fact that he's claiming to be Xavier's brother. Something about this entire situation just does not sit right with me.

Xander nodded and grabbed the wash cloth from the bin of hot water he'd asked Eva to get for him, pressing two fingers against Xavier's lower abdomen. "Most of our family is dead, I managed to escape when they set the main house on fire. By then they'd already chased Xavier away from the house and I barely had the strength to walk so I hunkered down in an abandoned hut."

"And you didn't think to try and find your brother sooner?" I snapped, ignoring the blood seeping from the cut on Xavier's abdomen. If I think about it I'm going to hurl.

"I could barely drag myself out of that forest, how would I have been able to find my brother without severely harming myself in the process? It may sound selfish to you, but I would have been unable to help him in anyway if I had gone after him. By the time I was able to stand without needing a tree to hold myself up, I couldn't find his scent."

"Oh," What else am I supposed to say to him? It isn't like I'm an expert on situations like this. "I-what are you doing?" Xander pulls a knife from his boot, digging it into Xavier's stomach, making the blood run faster. Exactly what the hell did he think he was doing?

Xander doesn't look up at me, doesn't pause in what he's doing until I grab his hand and stop his movements. "The bullet has to come out, otherwise it'll cause internal bleeding the next time he shifts. It, most likely, won't kill him, but I don't want to take the chance, do you?" Did I want to take the chance of Xavier dying when it could be prevented? Hell no. But there's gotta be a better way to do this.

"Shouldn't we take him to the hospital then?" That's what we should be doing, rather than cutting Xavier open on my bed. We should be taking him to the hospital where doctors-professionals-can get the bullet out of him. Not some guy claiming to be Xavier's brother.

Xavier shoots me an exasperated look, like he was discussing something with a child. "And how do you plan on explaining how he heals so quickly? Or the differences in his DNA? Better yet, how are you going to explain how he got shot in the first place? I doubt they'll believe the truth."

So, maybe he has a point, but that doesn't mean I like this. Xavier should be in a hospital. Where people who know what they're doing can help him. Because I sure as hell won't be able to help in any way. I feel like I'm going to pass out already.

"Well, don't you guys have your own hospital or something?" I swallow at the sit of the blood flowing from the cut on Xavier's stomach, my grip on Xander's wrist tightening. They should have their own hospital or doctor if they can't go to a regular hospital. Right?

"The only doctor we had anywhere near here is dead. Now are you going to sit down before you pass out or am I going to have to catch you?"

"She'll sit down, won't you Ari?" Eva grabs my arm when I shake my head and half drags me to the window seat. "Calm down, keep your ass in this seat. He'll be fine and then you can explain this shit to me once more."