Chapter 21 - Home Sweet Home
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That thought surprised me, was I really wishing he wasn't gone? A little over a day ago I had been scared out of my mind, waiting with a knife to stab and fight him. The entire time I had been dealing with all of this, I was in distress on how it was going to impact my life so heavily. How it was going to make my life so much harder, every aspect.. and it certainly already had. Yet I still wanted him to be okay.. I wanted him back?
Did I really bond with him that much in just a few days? I did love animals, what sort of monster doesn't? This was more than just some animal though. Maybe that was it, he was my responsibility and a part of me in a way. I had to protect him just like he wanted to protect me. He didn't ride in the car with me when we came out to the forest, that would have been silly.. but the car felt emptier on the drive back like he was missing. Like a part of me was gone.
I sped back home as fast as I could manage without getting pulled over, that was the last thing I needed right now. Oh yes, sorry officer, my werewolf got hurt and I need to get him home quickly. Ha. Right. Getting home was smooth and easy. I had made the same drive tons of times before, this was technically not different but it felt so much further and more daunting. I debated stopping at a store to grab more medical supplies but what if he came out when I was there, he didn't seem to be in a good clear-headed state. Hopefully I had what I needed at home.
I almost tripped in my rush to the front door, fumbling the keys as I rushed inside and started grabbing everything I could think of. Alcohol to clean the wound with, the medical kit from my car and the bigger one I had under the sink. I grabbed some clear plastic sheeting from when I had done some painting, laying it out on the kitchen table. The big table was hopefully sturdy enough to hold a werewolf, unfortunately weight ratings aren't in werewolves. I didn't know how much he weighed but I knew he was pure muscle. Dense and heavy. The wood table was sturdy, the plastic would help with the blood there would surely be.
What if he was dead? What if he just didn't come back out? Or what if he didn't have the strength to come back out anymore? We hadn't been able to talk to each other in my head but I had felt him, maybe I'd be able to feel him again. Not yet though, I needed to be sure everything was ready if he did come back, so I could clean him up and bandage his wound. I would have to do it while somehow keeping in contact with him the whole time, so I grabbed jugs and filled them with water. Grabbed towels and stacked them within reach. Everything needed to be in reach. The med kits I had seemed to have a little bit of everything, gauze, bandages, trauma pads, something to help clot up the blood, little tools like scissors and small clamps, needle and some sort of thread, there was a bunch that I just didn't know but I was no nurse.
I was going to have to play nurse though, or vet or.. whatever I'd be considered taking care of a werewolf. Mad scientist? Dr. Frankenstein? More like Jekyll and Hyde I guess. Ah fuck, no. Maybe I'm about to be more of a Dr. Doolittle.
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