A/N: Sorry for the long wait, was expecting this to be out about a week ago but I got caught up moving and unpacking and then work had been really busy and I've only just found time to sit down and finish this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. I reached a point where I wasn't sure where I was going to take this story, but then I decided on something and decided to write it and see how it goes. So it might not be what you were expecting but hopefully you still like it. :)
I woke to find Dylan still in the chair fast asleep, he didn't look too comfortable though. I don't know why he didn't just go home last night and come back to pick me up this morning. Oh well. I was feeling slightly better this morning. I didn't feel as drugged up or as sore. Which I was grateful for. I could still feel the tingling throughout my body though. It didn't bother me so much now. It felt more natural, like it belonged.
I looked around and saw that it was already 10. I wonder what time the doctor would be in. The nurse had moved the buzzer thing onto the bed so that I would be able to push it even though I was in plaster. But it appeared to have fallen off some time during the night. Stupid plaster not letting me do anything. Just as I was thinking about getting out of bed and going to find someone, Dylan started waking up. That boy had impeccable timing. He was always there when I needed him.
"Good morning." I said softly.
"Morning, would you like me to see if I can find the doctor so we can get you home." He replied.
"Yes please." I told him, and with that he got up and left the room.
A few minutes later he returned with two cups of coffee and a rather large smile.
"It turns out that my father came in this morning to help out with all the paperwork and when he saw that we were still sleeping he just filled it all in for us. So now all we have to do is drink this coffee, get dressed, sign one form and off we go." He told me smiling like an idiot.
"Well that makes it a bit easier." I replied, taking a sip of my coffee with Dylan's help.
I knew that I was going to be impossible until I was better, I don't really like having to depend on people. It's just not in my nature. But for the next couple of weeks I was going to have to find some way to deal with it. I finished my coffee quickly and then I knew it was time to get dressed. Dylan put the rail down for me and I slowly sat up, swinging my legs over the side. Before I got a chance to stand up a nurse walked in. She asked how I was feeling before taking the IV out. I had forgotten it was there, and probably would have ripped it out. Glad I avoided that.
Once that was done I grabbed my clothes off Dylan and slowly made my way into the bathroom. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would to walk. Once in the bathroom, I managed to get my underwear and pants on. But then I realised I had problem. I couldn’t undo the back of my gown, let alone pull a shirt and jumper over my head. I cracked the bathroom door open slightly to see if Dylan was still in the room. Which he was. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too awkward.
"Ah Dylan, I need some help." I said softly, hoping he could hear me.
He must have because he turned around and made his way over. I opened the bathroom door enough to let him in. He took one look at me and realised what my problem was before starting to laugh. He stopped quickly though when he saw the look on my face. I didn’t find it funny at all. He told me to turn around so he could help. I did as I was told, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.
He undid the straps and helped to take the robe off. He grabbed my shirt off the bench and then came around the front of me, he asked me to put my arms up. Which I did well as far as I could before it hurt. As he was slipping the shirt over my head I glanced up and noticed he was looking straight ahead. I couldn’t stop the small smile spread across my face. He was trying his hardest to not make me uncomfortable.
Once my shirt was on he helped with the jumper. Which I recognised was his. That brought another small smile to my face. How he managed to stick around me this long and still be so thoughtful I didn’t know. Most people would have run away a long time ago. He took a step away from me and studied my face, looking for something. A few seconds later after determining that everything was ok he took a step towards me and wrapped his arms around me.
"I'm so glad you're ok. I was so worried about you." He whispered into my ear.
I just wrapped my arms around him as best as I could hugging him back. I was glad I was ok as well. We hugged for a couple more minutes before he pulled away telling me we should get going, I agreed. We left the bathroom, he gathered all the things in the room that we had to take with us and went to sign the form. Which I was going to have trouble with considering my arms were in plaster. We got to the nurse's station, and one of them recognised me grabbing a piece of paper before coming over.
She explained to me that they knew it would be hard for me to sign the form, so I just had to initial as best I could. Which I did, it looked mostly normal. And with that done, we left. Once we were out the front door, Dylan held my hand as best he could and led me towards the car. We didn’t talk, we didn’t need to the silence was actually nice. There was quite a few thoughts going through my head, things I wanted to ask. Like about what he had to tell me. So while we were talking I was able to arrange my thoughts a bit better, instead of blurting out everything on my mind.
He helped me into the car and to do up my seatbelt. I had to remember that it was only for a couple more weeks and then hopefully I would be able to do things on my own again. As soon as he was sure I was ok he put the bag in the back and hopped into the passenger seat. The drive to his place was quick, and I was quite amazed when we pulled up. I hadn't been to the new house before so I was quite surprised. It was a fairly big two story house, with a rather nice garden out the front.
He grabbed the bag out and then came around to help me out. The inside was just as gorgeous as the outside. As soon as you walked in there was a hallway which ended in the kitchen off to one side was the lounge room, on the other was the master bedroom with ensuite. There was also a dining room and study. The rest of the bedrooms were upstairs.
It took me a little while to get up the stairs, as if I went to quick my ribs hurt. Dylan was constantly asking if I was ok which I reassured him I was. At the top of the stairs there was the other bathroom, with one bedroom on the same side and another two on the other side. What they needed four bedrooms for was beyond me. He took my bag of stuff into the room right across from bathroom, at least it was close. I followed in behind him, and realised that it was a guest room. There wasn’t much furniture just a bed, bedside table and a set of draws. Simple but nice. He sat the bag down next to the bed and told me that his room was right next door.
I went and sat down on the bed, I could feel the pain seeping in again. I guess the pain killers were wearing off. I made sure to keep a straight face. I didn’t want Dylan to worry, and I didn’t want to take anymore drugs. I slipped my shoes off and laid down, this bed was really comfortable. After a few seconds Dylan asked again if I was ok, which I told him I was. He then asked if I would be right if he ducked out quickly as there was something he needed to do. But he wouldn’t be too long. I told him that it would be fine, that I would probably have a nap as I was starting to feel a little tired.
Once he was sure that I really was ok he left, telling me he would be as quick as he could. Telling me to ring him if I needed him, leaving my phone on the bedside table. I told him to just go. Once he was gone I rolled onto my side as comfortably as I could before shutting my eyes and letting myself drift off.
Someone was shaking me, calling my name. But I couldn’t get to them, my mind was locked in the memory cycle of all the things that had happened during my life. I knew I was screaming but I couldn’t stop that either. Whoever it was wrapped their arms around me, and whispered reassuring words in my ear. Pleading with me to wake up. I was trying but I just felt trapped. Like I couldn’t get away from the memories. They felt so real.
I don’t know how long it took for Dylan to wake me, it could have been seconds, minutes all I know is it felt like hours. I concentrated on the words he was whispering in my ear and slowly I got pulled out of my sleep. Nothing like that had ever happened before it was scary. I never wanted to go through that again. Once I was awake I buried my head in his chest and let the tears fall. After a while I calmed myself down and moved back to look at him. He looked like he was in pain. I hoped I hadn't hurt him.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. I bet this isn't what he thought was going to happen.
"It's ok. How do you feel?" He asked.
"Better. Thank you. I don’t know what happened. One minute I was sleeping peacefully, the next all the horrible things that have happened just hit my mind. It was like they were on repeat. They wouldn’t stop. I could hear you calling to me, trying to wake me up. And I wanted to but I just couldn’t. I don’t know how to describe it." I told him, hoping he would understand.
"It's going to be ok. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." He replied, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
I just wriggled closer, enjoying the feeling of been in his arms. It was only then that I realised I was in a considerable amount of pain. Like I had tried to run a marathon with broken ribs. I tried to not move, but even breathing hurt.
"Dylan, it hurts so bad." I said, wincing when he moved slightly. How had I not noticed this before.
"I know. It will all feel better soon. I'm going to move you off my lap and get into a better position and then I want you to sit in my lap. It will all be better soon, I just need you to trust me, alright." He said rubbing my back.
"Ok." I replied. Not been able to say anything else.
I held in the scream of pain when he moved me off his lap. He moved so that he was leaning against the head board of the bed. And then motioned for me to sit on his lap again. I slowly adjusted myself so I was back on my lap, trying to ignore the pain I was feeling. If he said it was going to better soon then I trusted him that it would. Just been in his arms made me feel slightly better but the pain was still there.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on his breathing to relax myself. He was rubbing my back, still whispering to me that it would all be ok, that it would be better soon and that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me anymore. I could feel myself dozing off again but I quickly woke myself back up. I didn’t want to go to sleep, I didn’t want to risk dreaming again. I tried so hard to stay awake, I needed to stay awake.
I moved slightly to keep myself awake, Dylan just tightened his hold on me. He made sure not to squeeze where it hurt though. And that's how we stayed for the next couple of hours. The pain had now started to subside, and I felt like I might be able to move. I wriggled off Dylan's lap and looked at him. He looked so concerned. Like I was a porcelain doll and one wrong move and I would break.
"I'm feeling a bit better now. Thank you." I said softly smiling gratefully.
"I'm glad. I don’t like knowing you're in pain." He replied, still looking concerned.
"Well I'm feeling much better thanks to you. Do you think it would be ok if I took a bath." I asked, I really wanted to relax in the warm water.
I knew it wouldn’t be a problem, I just had to take the old bandages and then re-bandage my ribs when I got out, and just make sure that my arms didn’t go in the water or put plastic bags over them. Which was fine by me.
"Of course. You just stay here and I'll go run it, and then I'll come back and help you. Don’t move until I get back." He told me, smiling trying to cover his worry.
I wriggled the rest of the way off him and then just sat on the bed waiting for him to come back. A few minutes later he returned. I smiled at him, letting him know that I was ok. I wish he wouldn’t stress so much. It made me feel bad. He grabbed some clothes that looked like pj's out of the bag next to the bed and then helped me stand up. I really was feeling better. The pain was back to a low throb.
We walked slowly to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but smile more when I realised he had put bubble bath in there too. I had once admitted to him that I loved taking bubble baths when no one was home. He must have remembered. He helped me to get undressed, only looking down once to find the end of the bandage. He was so thoughtful. I then climbed into the bath, I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped my lips when my body was fully submerged in the hot water. It just felt so nice.
I opened my eyes and saw a real smile on his face. I guess he thought it was funny that I enjoyed it so much. I didn’t care. I would rather see a real smile on his face, then the look of worry that had pretty much been stuck on his face since he brought me home. He told me that he was just going downstairs to get a couple of things and then he would be right back. I told him that it would be fine, that I wasn’t going to break if he simply left the room. Once he was gone I let myself let out a small sound of pain. So it might have started hurting again but I couldn’t tell him that. He would never leave me in peace.
I slowed my breathing and relaxed my body which seemed to help the pain. Although when it felt like my ribs were been torn apart I didn’t stop the scream which left my lips. It hurt so damn bad. I didn’t stop the screams as my ribs continued to feel as though they were getting ripped apart. Dylan was back with me in a matter of seconds holding my hand, telling me it was going to be ok. That it would be all better soon and that he was so sorry. That he thought he would have been able to tell me before this happened.
I had no idea what he was talking about and really I didn’t care. I just wanted the pain gone. I somehow managed to tell him that it was ok, that it wasn’t his fault. He continued to hold my hand, telling me reassuring things, telling me to try and relax my body that it would help if I could just relax. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to do what he was telling me but the pain was just so bad.
I'm glad he didn't leave me, his presence helped me a little, if he wasn't here I probably would have been freaking out. I wanted to get out, curl up in a ball in bed and just cry. I tried so stand up but that's a bit hard when both your arms are in plaster. It only took a few seconds for Dylan to realize what I was trying to do. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me out, before giving me a towel to cover myself in. He really was been extremely sweet during this whole thing. Although from what he has been saying he knew what was going on and that he wanted to tell me before this. I don't know why he didn't.
Once I had the towel firmly wrapped around me I left to go back to the bedroom, Dylan not far behind me. I climbed into the bed, not caring that I still had the towel wrapped around me. I pulled my legs up to my chest and just let the tears flow. The pain was getting worse.
"Dylan what's happening to me?" I whimpered.
"Your special and you didn't even know it. Your parents didn't want to tell you. They believed that you didn't have a right to know which is completely stupid of course you have a right to know. It's in your blood. I don't know what they were going to do on your birthday when they wouldn't have been able to stop it. Sorry I'm rambling. What's happening is your shifting for the first time. I really wanted to explain it all before this happened. I'd been planning on how to do it the last couple of weeks. But I think the beating which is the worst you've had brought it on early. It's like your other half had been able to suppress itself up until now. It's only a few weeks till your birthday so it's not uncommon for this to happen." He told me, I didn't need to look at him to know he was serious. Besides I knew he would never lie to me.
"What do you meaning shifting?" I asked, I mean just because I believe him doesn't mean I understand what he is talking about.
"Well you should have known by now about what a fair few of the people in this town are. Even a few of the people that go to your school. They are the ones that only pick on you when others are around because they know about what you are, and about your circumstances. There are people out there that are not very happy with the way you are been treated, but because you didn't know about us. They couldn't do anything about it. But now it will all change, you won't be seeing your family again. Anyways back to the original point, we can shift into wolves." He told me.
I just laid there, I wasn't too sure what I was supposed to say to that. He just told me that we can turn into wolves, what do you say to something like that. Just when I was about to ask him more about it a pain like I had never felt before ripped through my body. The pain was getting worse and worse, I just wanted it over.
Dylan wrapped his arms around me and held me tighter. I noticed my body relaxed more with his arms around me. He continued to tell me that it would all be over soon and that he wouldn't leave me the entire time. I just nodded I couldn't bring myself to talk.
As the minutes went on the pain continued to worsen, my whole body ached. My ribs started cracking, like they were getting ready for the form change when this happened Dylan told me we had to get up that it would be easier if I was standing. I really didn't want to stand but I trusted him enough to know that if he said it was better than it was.
So I slowly unwrapped his arms from me and slid off the bed, getting to my feet the pain faded slightly it was all across my body now instead of focusing on just my middle body. It did make it easier to deal with. Dylan came around and stood in front of me. He then told me I just had to calm my mind and picture a wolf any wolf it didn’t matter right now. And to just focus on that one image. Closing my eyes I did as he said. I cleared my mind, pushed away the pain as best I could and focused on an image of a grey and white wolf.
I wasn't sure how long I was supposed to be imagining this, but when I heard a gasp I figured that something must have happened. I slowly opened my eyes and realised that everything looked different. It was all a little clearer and I could smell things better. Looking down I noticed that I no longer had feet but paws. This was different. But at the same time it felt right, like this was how I was supposed to be. Which in a way I guess I was according to Dylan. I could hear other thoughts in my mind, they were mine but at the same time they weren't. Turns out I could also talk to my inner wolf. I thought that was pretty cool.
I talked to her for a little in my mind. She explained a few things to me which was nice. Most people would have been freaking out by now. But I trusted Dylan before the change so I knew he wouldn't lie to me. And once I shifted it felt right. Talking to my wolf and just been like this. I opened my eyes and looked at Dylan. He was still looking a little surprised. I slowly walked over to him and nuzzled his hand with my nose. I wanted him to know I was ok. He told me to take a step back, he was going to shift.
It only took him a few seconds to do so, I shouldn’t have been surprised he did have much more practise. I just stood there looking at him for a little while. Suddenly I could feel something pushing on my mind. My wolf told me to relax and let what was pushing enter my mind. Turns out when in wolf form you can talk to other wolves of your pack in your mind. But they have to ask permission first. It was something you learnt to control. Right now I pretty much had a permanent block up because I hadn't learnt to control it. But once I did, another wolf would be able to project my name towards me or I to them and then we could let each other in.
We talked for a little while in wolf form, my wolf helping me out a couple of times. He then asked if I wanted to go for a run with him. My wolf readily agreed, she sounded so excited that I couldn't say no. So I agreed. He let out a little bark type noise and the bedroom door opened. His dad was standing there smiling. He looked impressed. He let us pass, telling me he would talk to me later. I just nodded my head. He then opened the back door for us and off we went into the park lands behind there house.
I had to admit, running as a wolf was much nicer then a human. It would take me a little while to get used to the idea. It wasn’t something that you immediately just accept. I mean I knew it seemed crazy to begin with, but I trusted him enough to believe and now that all this had happened I would need to let it all sink in.
But for now I was just going to enjoy the run.