she realised that Chris was carrying someone. After that her eyes widened and she sprung from her seat, quickly directing them to an emergency room off to the side.
“I will get a doctor,” she said, placing a small probe onto the girl’s finger, before sweeping from the room.
“What do we do now?” asked Ari, turning to face Chris, where dried blood was smeared across his chest.
“I think we need to get out of here.”
“But we can’t just leave her,” said Ari, looking down at the girl, whose deep red hair matched the scrub top that Chris had placed over her.
“We can’t stay. The docs gonna wanna know what the hell happened to her. What are we supposed to say? She was hit by a car but seeing as she was a fox at the time, the person who hit her bought her to a vet clinic instead of a hospital? They will probably think that we hit her.”
“Good point,” said Ari, now pacing around the room nervously. “And I froze the room when she was transforming. I have no idea how much she saw. She might have seen me use my powers. I doubt it; I mean she was unconscious, but still…”
“I say we make a run for it.”
Ari glanced back at the still unconscious girl, the small silver necklace now splayed on the outside of Chris’s scrub top. She wanted to wait until the doctors retuned but she knew they had no choice. They had to get out of here.
Chapter 3- Four legs and Fur
One week later and despite Ari and Chris being reprimanded by Dr Fellow for admitting and then losing a fox, the pair had managed to pass their first clinical rotation, without any lulling from Ragon. Neither had heard anything at all about the waere-girl they had rescued. In the days that followed, Ari had come to the conclusion that the girl must have been a waere, not a wraith. Ari’s ability to stop time did not work on waeres when they were in their animal form, and she was sure that when she had frozen the room, the fox had continued to move.
Ari had thought Riley might have known who she was, and had described the girl with the silver necklace and red hair in detail, but Riley had said she had never seen her before.
“Maybe it’s time you went to see a doctor yourself,” Ari suggested, after the pair had discussed the possibility of the waere-girl’s identity.
Two weeks on from initially catching the bug that had swept through the Pasteur Institute and Riley was still looking dreadful. She was thinner and listless, and Clyde had become increasingly overprotective of her, if that was possible, putting Riley on strict bed rest following their night out at the campus club. The moment Ari suggested seeing a doctor, Clyde nodded enthusiastically, while Riley groaned her disapproval. For the entire day she had been curled up in Ari’s bed, turning the heater on and off and only leaving the room to go to the bathroom, which she did surprisingly often.
“I think Ari’s right,” said Ragon. “You’ve been sick for ages. You might need antibiotics or something?”
“Yea and I am sick of hanging around you, just waiting for you to sneeze on me,” Ari added, hoping to make light of the situation. “And, I would like to get my bed back at some point.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Ragon, grinning mischievously, “I don’t mind you sleeping at mine. It certainly keeps Mistress Bridget at bay.”
“But,” Riley argued, sitting up in Ari’s bed and quickly reaching for the head rest for support, “I can’t go to the Pasteur Hospital and that’s the only medical centre on the Isle. It’s full of vampires! You said it yourself, that’s where the vamps take their victims, and we know that there are vampires there working as doctors. What if one of them works out that I’m a waere?”
“Riley,” said Clyde, his voice stern, “not all the doctors there are vampires. Besides, vampires only consult on cases that involve
“I will get a doctor,” she said, placing a small probe onto the girl’s finger, before sweeping from the room.
“What do we do now?” asked Ari, turning to face Chris, where dried blood was smeared across his chest.
“I think we need to get out of here.”
“But we can’t just leave her,” said Ari, looking down at the girl, whose deep red hair matched the scrub top that Chris had placed over her.
“We can’t stay. The docs gonna wanna know what the hell happened to her. What are we supposed to say? She was hit by a car but seeing as she was a fox at the time, the person who hit her bought her to a vet clinic instead of a hospital? They will probably think that we hit her.”
“Good point,” said Ari, now pacing around the room nervously. “And I froze the room when she was transforming. I have no idea how much she saw. She might have seen me use my powers. I doubt it; I mean she was unconscious, but still…”
“I say we make a run for it.”
Ari glanced back at the still unconscious girl, the small silver necklace now splayed on the outside of Chris’s scrub top. She wanted to wait until the doctors retuned but she knew they had no choice. They had to get out of here.
Chapter 3- Four legs and Fur
One week later and despite Ari and Chris being reprimanded by Dr Fellow for admitting and then losing a fox, the pair had managed to pass their first clinical rotation, without any lulling from Ragon. Neither had heard anything at all about the waere-girl they had rescued. In the days that followed, Ari had come to the conclusion that the girl must have been a waere, not a wraith. Ari’s ability to stop time did not work on waeres when they were in their animal form, and she was sure that when she had frozen the room, the fox had continued to move.
Ari had thought Riley might have known who she was, and had described the girl with the silver necklace and red hair in detail, but Riley had said she had never seen her before.
“Maybe it’s time you went to see a doctor yourself,” Ari suggested, after the pair had discussed the possibility of the waere-girl’s identity.
Two weeks on from initially catching the bug that had swept through the Pasteur Institute and Riley was still looking dreadful. She was thinner and listless, and Clyde had become increasingly overprotective of her, if that was possible, putting Riley on strict bed rest following their night out at the campus club. The moment Ari suggested seeing a doctor, Clyde nodded enthusiastically, while Riley groaned her disapproval. For the entire day she had been curled up in Ari’s bed, turning the heater on and off and only leaving the room to go to the bathroom, which she did surprisingly often.
“I think Ari’s right,” said Ragon. “You’ve been sick for ages. You might need antibiotics or something?”
“Yea and I am sick of hanging around you, just waiting for you to sneeze on me,” Ari added, hoping to make light of the situation. “And, I would like to get my bed back at some point.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Ragon, grinning mischievously, “I don’t mind you sleeping at mine. It certainly keeps Mistress Bridget at bay.”
“But,” Riley argued, sitting up in Ari’s bed and quickly reaching for the head rest for support, “I can’t go to the Pasteur Hospital and that’s the only medical centre on the Isle. It’s full of vampires! You said it yourself, that’s where the vamps take their victims, and we know that there are vampires there working as doctors. What if one of them works out that I’m a waere?”
“Riley,” said Clyde, his voice stern, “not all the doctors there are vampires. Besides, vampires only consult on cases that involve
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