eating that in here,” she scolded Adam with a stern look.
Adam turned on his brightest smile. “Yes, ma’am, but my friend here missed dinner last night, breakfast this morning, and lunch because he was sleeping, I couldn’t eat in front of him.” He whispered loudly for everyone in the room to hear, “and you know hospital food.” He scrunched up his face like a little two-year-old tasting spinach for the first time.
The middle-aged nurse was not as rough as she tried to sound and melted at the smile and answered with one of her own. “The food didn’t seem to bother you too bad when you were eating it.” She informed him with a laugh but agreed. “Just don’t tell the doctor I let you do this.” She glanced towards the door as if she was looking for someone to overhear them.
Adam saluted and sat down with a grin. Blake eagerly reached for the burger with his free hand, the one not wrapped in the uncomfortable cast. Taking a big bite, he watched quietly while the nurse continued to fuss around for a minute, pushing buttons on the equipment, before she quietly left the room, pulling the door closed with a smile in their direction.
“What do you remember?” Adam asked after they polished off their burgers and fries.
“Honestly, I think I fell asleep. Don’t know how the hell that happened. I was tired, but thought I was awake, guess not.” Blake frowned, struggling while he tried to remember the events.
“Did you see the hiker?” Adam asked. “Maybe you swerved to miss her?”
“No, there was no hiker. Honestly, Adam, the only thing I remember after flipping a couple times was waking up, a wolf in my face and I couldn’t move.”
“You're serious, aren’t you?” Adam asked, looking closely at his friend. He had known Blake to tell a story straight-faced just to prank him, but believed this was not one of those times. Blake really thought what he saw was real.
“I’m not crying wolf here,” Blake said, smiling at his own pun, and continued. “Doesn’t make sense, how can there have been a wolf? It’s not our phase yet.
“I got with Sheriff Downs and talked him into giving me a copy of the police report.” Adam opened his jacket and pulled the folded papers from his pocket. Handing them over, Adam sat in silence while Blake read the report.
Blake’s heart was pounding. A frown creased his brow while he read the report and flipped through the photos that were attached. Reaching for the nurse’s call button, Blake asked for the doctor to be sent in.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Edwards?” The southern drawl of the African American nurse responded loudly through the intercom.
“No ma’am, I’m ready to be released.”
∞∞∞
“Blake, it’s been under twenty four hours since you were transported in, unconscious from a serious accident. I recommend monitoring you until morning.” Dr. Peter “Doc” Grant shook his head in frustration at his patient. He had known Blake for the pas t five years, knew that when the full moon came Blake would be as good as new again. But, as his doctor, he had to keep him well until that time came, when Blake could change and the healing process would speed up.
Blake refused to listen and pulled the IV from his arm with a wince. Doc pleaded with him to remain, but Blake was adamant that he was leaving.
“You know me, Doc, I don’t do hospitals.” Blake moved to the side of the bed to stand. Still dizzy from the knock on the head and the medicine pumped into his system, he busied himself with straightening his hospital gown so Doc wouldn’t notice.
Blake stood, trying to get his feet under him, but swayed. Adam had made his way around the bed when he saw Blake trying to get up, grabbed him and kept him from falling over. “You sure you want to do this? A concussion is nothing to mess with.”
“Just get me out of here,” he grumbled irritably.
Doc was surprise that Blake had stayed as long as he had. Reaching into the metal
Adam turned on his brightest smile. “Yes, ma’am, but my friend here missed dinner last night, breakfast this morning, and lunch because he was sleeping, I couldn’t eat in front of him.” He whispered loudly for everyone in the room to hear, “and you know hospital food.” He scrunched up his face like a little two-year-old tasting spinach for the first time.
The middle-aged nurse was not as rough as she tried to sound and melted at the smile and answered with one of her own. “The food didn’t seem to bother you too bad when you were eating it.” She informed him with a laugh but agreed. “Just don’t tell the doctor I let you do this.” She glanced towards the door as if she was looking for someone to overhear them.
Adam saluted and sat down with a grin. Blake eagerly reached for the burger with his free hand, the one not wrapped in the uncomfortable cast. Taking a big bite, he watched quietly while the nurse continued to fuss around for a minute, pushing buttons on the equipment, before she quietly left the room, pulling the door closed with a smile in their direction.
“What do you remember?” Adam asked after they polished off their burgers and fries.
“Honestly, I think I fell asleep. Don’t know how the hell that happened. I was tired, but thought I was awake, guess not.” Blake frowned, struggling while he tried to remember the events.
“Did you see the hiker?” Adam asked. “Maybe you swerved to miss her?”
“No, there was no hiker. Honestly, Adam, the only thing I remember after flipping a couple times was waking up, a wolf in my face and I couldn’t move.”
“You're serious, aren’t you?” Adam asked, looking closely at his friend. He had known Blake to tell a story straight-faced just to prank him, but believed this was not one of those times. Blake really thought what he saw was real.
“I’m not crying wolf here,” Blake said, smiling at his own pun, and continued. “Doesn’t make sense, how can there have been a wolf? It’s not our phase yet.
“I got with Sheriff Downs and talked him into giving me a copy of the police report.” Adam opened his jacket and pulled the folded papers from his pocket. Handing them over, Adam sat in silence while Blake read the report.
Blake’s heart was pounding. A frown creased his brow while he read the report and flipped through the photos that were attached. Reaching for the nurse’s call button, Blake asked for the doctor to be sent in.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Edwards?” The southern drawl of the African American nurse responded loudly through the intercom.
“No ma’am, I’m ready to be released.”
∞∞∞
“Blake, it’s been under twenty four hours since you were transported in, unconscious from a serious accident. I recommend monitoring you until morning.” Dr. Peter “Doc” Grant shook his head in frustration at his patient. He had known Blake for the pas t five years, knew that when the full moon came Blake would be as good as new again. But, as his doctor, he had to keep him well until that time came, when Blake could change and the healing process would speed up.
Blake refused to listen and pulled the IV from his arm with a wince. Doc pleaded with him to remain, but Blake was adamant that he was leaving.
“You know me, Doc, I don’t do hospitals.” Blake moved to the side of the bed to stand. Still dizzy from the knock on the head and the medicine pumped into his system, he busied himself with straightening his hospital gown so Doc wouldn’t notice.
Blake stood, trying to get his feet under him, but swayed. Adam had made his way around the bed when he saw Blake trying to get up, grabbed him and kept him from falling over. “You sure you want to do this? A concussion is nothing to mess with.”
“Just get me out of here,” he grumbled irritably.
Doc was surprise that Blake had stayed as long as he had. Reaching into the metal
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