Does this mean a trip to the vet?
The darkness receded, leaving a confused and achy Willow in its
place. She slowly opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. She
was no longer on the ground near the parking lot. She took this as
a good sign. Her new surroundings had a doctor's office feel to
them. She took that as another good sign that she hadn't gone
into the afterlife.
The overhead lights were off. The room was lit from the side by the
light bar that was concealed from sight by a set of cabinets. She
was reclining on an exam table. Her shirt and bra were missing but
she still had her pants. A hospital gown covered the top part of
She struggled to a sitting position. She had to stop to catch her
breath. Her ribs ached. Finally, she managed a more upright
position. She looked down the front of her gown to find bandages
covering the wounds that Michael had inflicted.
"Oh, God! Michael! What happened to Michael?" she
exclaimed. Panic set deep into her bones. She was trying to
remember exactly what had happened. The memories were blurry. Had
she killed again with her magic? Self-loathing arose from the
depths of her soul.
Her trip to despair was cut off by the opening of the door. A
kindly silver-haired lady came into the room. She smiled gently at
Willow. "Hello Willow, I'm Dr. Lillian. How are you
feeling?" the doctor enquired.
Willow was dumbfounded. "Was she in police custody? Why was the
nice lady doctor being so gentle with her? Was Michael alive? Was
she going to be executed for using offensive magic on another human
being? What was going on?" Willow thought aloud to herself.
The doctor lady sat down on the stool. "Well, to answer your
first question," the doctor lady said with a smile.
Willow grimaced. She realized she had said all that spiel aloud.
The doctor continued speaking, "You are not in police custody.
You are being treated at the underground shifter hospital. I'm
being gentle with you because you've had quite the shock," she
smiled at that. "Michael is alive amazingly enough. I don't
know how to answer the magic question. I'm a doctor not a
lawyer. As for what's going on. Let me go get someone who could
probably answer your questions better."
Willow was again alone with her too many thoughts. Why do shifters
have their own hospital and why was she here? How had Michael
survived her onslaught? Was it because he wasn't completely
She looked up when she heard the door open. To her absolute
surprise, her professor, Dr. Lois Fane, strolled into the room. He
seemed relieved that Willow was awake.
"Lillian said you were just full of questions. Of course, I know
that from first hand experience," said with a grin from Dr.
Fane. "I was the one who found you. I heard your screaming and
ran as fast as I could. I found you and a naked Michael unconscious
on the ground. I realized that Michael was a shifter and that if
humans found you that it could be dangerous for you both. Humans
are not completely understanding to the plight of shifters. I
brought you both to Dr. Lillian for medical help."
Willow pondered all that he said. "Why bring me too? Are you a
shifter also? I mean, you go on about humans like you're not one
of them," Willow put a pause in her questions. She had a
horrifying thought. "You think that I've been infected!"
He looked sad but resolute. "Chances are you have been infected.
Those scratches were deep and Michael has wolf lycanthropy. You
know from my class that the wolf type is the most contagious type of
Willow couldn't seem to get her thoughts in order. They
scattered in the face of that fact. She probably would be furry.
Just when she thought she might have a slim chance at being normal,
life just snatches it away. Great, not only was she a recovering
dabbler of the dark arts but now she had to get used to monthly
mandatory furry time. This was too much. She felt dizzy.
Dr. Fane gave her an understanding smile. "It will take some
getting used to but I have faith that you will get through this,
Willow took her hand away from her head. "Are you going to help
Dr. Fane sat down on the little stool near the exam table.
"Willow, I'm not a wolf. You will need help from your own
kind. I've called Richard about this situation. He's your
Ulfric. He is sending down his Geri, Sylvie, to help you adjust to
your new life. And before you ask, Ulfric means king werewolf.
Sylvie will be here soon and she will answer any questions that you
Willow looked hard at Dr. Fane. "You said that you're not a
wolf. Can I ask what kind of shifter you are?"
Dr. Fane smiled again. "I'm a wererat."
Willow was thunderstruck. "Wow, a wererat. We haven't
covered that yet in class."
Dr. Fane stood up. "No, we haven't. We'll cover that
after midterms. Sylvie should be here by now. I'm going to go
out and see if she has." He patted her hand. "Don't
worry Willow, everything will work out eventually."
Willow lay back down after Dr. Fane left the room. She closed her
eyes. She was so bone-weary from the events of the night. All she
had wanted to do was get back home to her aunt. Was that too much
to ask from fate? She needed to call her aunt. She would be
completely frantic by now. Willow had to be hours overdue. She
glanced down to her wrist and saw that the watch was no longer
there. Well, as soon as they let her go from this place then she
would call her aunt to come get her. Willow drifted off to a light
sleep. Her body still needed to recover from all the night's