Frank smiled at me as he walked in, showing his golden tooth. I quickly hid my bandaged arm under the quilt, so he couldn't see it.
"Gave us quite a scare then, Jen." He said walking over to the chair Ben was sat on. Ben stood up to let Frank sit down and went to stand in the corner of the room. Frank looked over and signalled him to leave the room but he didn't budge. Frank just shrugged and turned to face me again.
"Now to business. Tell me exactly what happened." He said.
"I think this should wait till another time." Ben said stepping forward. "She needs to rest."
"Boy, I want you out of this room." Frank said without looking at him, in a bored tone. Ben stayed where he was, glaring at him.
"I'm not leaving her." His fist were clenched.
"Are you disobeying me?" Frank said quietly. I began to worry, for Ben. That was one of the first rules we had learnt when we'd moved in - do not disobey Frank.
"Ben, it's okay. Go get a coffee or something." He still didn't budge, and I was scared Frank was going to do something. "Please Ben. I'm fine."
"Do as the girl says, Boy. Before you get yourself into trouble." Frank said, still not looking at him. I begged silently that Ben would listen, as things could have got ugly.
"I'll be back in ten minutes, Jen. Then your resting." and with that he stormed out of the room. I felt bad and I wanted to follow him to make sure he was all right. But then Frank spoke again, reminding me that I couldn't. When he said something, it became law.
"What was I saying? Oh yes, tell me what happened. From the beginning."
I told him, how I had managed to track down the wolf tracks, in the forest. I mentioned how I had followed them silently hoping to reach their dwelling, after sending word back to the house. I went on about how after I got so far, I realised I had been spotted. As I spoke, Frank just sat and listened. He looked at his watch occasionaly, but other than that he made no other movements. Only after I had finished, did he speak.
"So you found a clearing, where you would have room to fight, I assume?" Frank said, nodding his head.
"Exactly. I had hoped I could kill them easily, and then find there home." I told him.
That was the ultimate mission. To find the Werewolves village. Find that, you find them. Find them and then you can kill them, while there not expecting an attack. I had been so close and yet I had failed.
"Did you get any clues, as to where it was?" Frank asked me, while he looked at the floor. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"No. I didn't get far enough." I was aware that I had disappointed him. He nodded his head, then stood up.
"Someone will come to pick you up in a few days, to take you home. For now, rest and recover." He said, without looking at me. Then without a bye, he walked out the door and I was left to dwell on my failure.
I had been so close and those damn wolves had got in my way. I was annoyed at myself for being so badly hurt by them. I felt weak, and helpless stuck in that small hospital room. I wanted to be out, doing something.
After a couple of minutes, Ben came back in the room. He avoided looking at me, and sat down on the chair, turning to face the wall. I reached over to take his hand, but he ignored me.
"Ben. I'm sorry, okay? He would have hurt you, you know that." I said to him. I hated it when he was mad at me.
He sighed, and rubbed his eyes with his hand. He looked awful.
"How have we ended up staying there so long, Jen?" he whispered to me. I was used to these kind of thoughts, as it was no secret he didn't want to be there. But this time he scared me. I could tell he was fed up with it all.
"We have no place else-" I began, but he interrupted me.
"Jen, don't kid yourself. Maybe at first, when we was younger, but not now. Your seventeen for Gods sake. I'm twenty three! Were adults now, not those little, naive kids we were then." He stared at me, and I felt uncomfortable.
I didn't know what to say so I stayed quite and waited for him to speak. He needed to do this sometimes, something I had grown to adapt too. Sometimes it was best to let him get it all out.
"I'm not a boy any more, like he calls me. I hate him. I hate him, Jen."
"Ben, please. You can't go on like this, you know they would never let us leave."
"I don't care. We'll run. We'll hide away, so they never find us." He sat on the edge of his seat, and took my hand. He was beginning to scare me now. "I would have left years ago, if it wasn't for you. I thought, if I took you then, they would find us and hurt you. You were so young, I couldn't let them harm you. But look at you Jen. You lying in a hospitals bed, with a werewolf bite, and you can hardly move. I let them hurt you by waiting."
I wanted to hug him, and tell him I was okay. I could see the hurt in his eyes, and I wanted to wipe it away, and make him okay again. He was worrying about me, but he was the one who had been hurting over all the years we had been there.
"Did he see the bite?" he asked me, quietly. I shook my head, and he sighed.
"It's not deep. I might not be infected." I told myself, more than him. He just nodded his head and looked to the ceiling. I was scared. Normally it was me that fell apart, and he held everything together. I had never seen him this stressed, in all the years I had known him.
"I'm going to leave there soon, Jen. I can't take it no more. I'd like you to come with me, but if you won't come, then I need to go anyway. I'm dying there." He stood up and left the room, leaving me to crumble.
I couldn't hold my tears back, and soon my vision was blurred. If he left, I would too. There was no doubt about that. But was I ready to leave? Go back to the world, forget about the werewolfs, and the house and everything else. It seemed impossible. And what about Frank? There were not enough fighters as it was, and I was one of the best. He wouldn't let us just walk away.
No matter what I chose to do, it wasn't going to be easy.
When I woke again, the room was dark. I looked over at the chair and saw that Ben was back in the room asleep. I left him, he needed the rest, but I was glad he had come back. I glanced around the room wondering what had woke me, when a sharp pain shot down my arm.
I clenched my teeth together, holding back a scream. God, damn, Werewolves. I traced my finger gently over the bandage and another shooting feeling shot from the point my finger had touched. Something was wrong. I didn't want to call for the nurses, that would wake Ben, so I carefully pulled back the bandage. I flinched as it got caught on my wound, but carried on.
I gasped at what I saw.
The wound was slightly swollen, and was bruised making it a yellowy - purple colour. It hadn't healed yet, and was still bleeding a little. But that wasn't what I was staring at. All around the edges, dark, black hairs were forming. They were all ready as long as my finger nails, and were covered all where the bandage had been. A quiet whimper escaped my mouth. This was not a good sign.
I turned round, to see Ben waking up. He glanced over at me, wiping his eyes, and I tried to quickly cover my arm with the bandage. A confused look covered his face, and he walked over.
"What's the matter? What are you hiding?" He said, slowly.
"Nothing!" I said, hurriedly." I mean, it's nothing. Just was itching that's all."
He went to grab it, and I tried to stop him. He threw me a look and took my arm, and I watched as he gently peeled back the bandage. His face fell when he saw it. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was in the shape of a small 'O'. He met my eyes, and a small tear fell down his face.
"Your a... Your turn-" he began, but I held my hand up.
"Don't say it! Please. Don't say it."