Alpha and A81C7 ~COMPLETE~

Goddamnit

*Nathan’s POV*

I really hate being in the hospital.

I don’t even understand what happened.

I can’t remember so much… one day I lead a pack, the next I’m in a hospital, and I’m human. This shouldn’t even be possible, and all I can remember about what happened is that it was painful. No one will tell me what happened, but I think it was bad.

Really bad.

I really don’t think any of the doctors have a clue about what to do. They seem just as lost as me.

I asked for my mother, where she was, but no one knows. Apparently wherever she has stayed away from the pack for I can’t remember how long is a mystery to everyone except me. And now even I can’t remember. I feel so helpless.

It’s just great.

Looking around my room, I really don’t know how much longer I can stay here. The walls are all white, and the floor is so boring. No one else is here, since I can’t have anyone knowing how weak I am. I need to stay safe. I need to be protected.

I can’t help but feel so weak, so vulnerable knowing I could die from such simple human injuries now, as a human. Werewolves are immune to so many things, and now I’m no longer immune.

I don’t know what to do.

Knowing that such small things, so many tiny things could injure or kill me, it's truly frightening.

Tiny bacteria could kill me. I could breathe in a virus and be sick for weeks. I have no idea how humans live their whole lives like this. I couldn’t do it.

I can’t do it.

My door opens, and I expect the doctor to come back with results. He must have a way to turn me back, to get my wolf back.

Only, my doctor doesn’t come in.  Two vaguely familiar girls, someone I don’t know, and Archer come in.

Archer. A low level member of my pack, one who I’ve never thought twice about.

So what on earth is he doing on my private floor, in my solitary room, with two people I’ve never seen before?

What if they’re here to hurt me? What if he wants to take over the plack?

What if they’re here to kill me?

Oh, no. No no no no no. No.

I can’t protect myself. How am I supposed to survive? How do I live?

I’m gonna die. I’m dying. I’m gonna be killed.

They’re going to kill me. I’ll be dead. Oh no. I’m already dying. I can’t breathe. Oh god, why can’t I breathe?

I must have some disease. I’m probably slowly dying right now of some horrible human disease.

“Hey!” Some girl yells, clapping in my face. I snap out of my thought, startled.

“W-what,” I manage to get out, cursing myself for stuttering. I was never this anxious and weak before. I really hate being human.

“You was lookin’ at us like we just murdered your puppy,” The strange girl exclaims, while the other girl looks uninterested. The two guys are standing back, in the doorway. They seem to be on watch, probably for other people considering this is my private floor.

“Okay?” I respond, startled and confused. Who are these people?

“Well, ya have anythin to say ta us?” The lady asks.