As Esmee removed the breathing tube I could feel myself gagging on it. Until it finally out. I coughed a few times. My mouth was completely dry so I couldn't tell her that I was alright. Though coughing a few times my chest didn't really hurt. There was some pressure on my right side. But overall I felt a whole lot better before. I could't move or get up do to being restrained. But Esmee could easily undo the straps. If so we can get out of here!

Just then someone came walking in. A doctor I presumed for he wore a white jacket, but he had this atmosphere around him that sent my skin crawling. He appeared to be in his forties. He also appeared to be well groomed. He walked up to us slowly not alarmed Esmee was up and about freely. Or that she had removed the breathing tube. He now stood right next to Esmee and was staring down at me. I could tell that he was thinking but his face remained blank. 

He then pulled out a syringe and a vial. The vial was filled with a some kind of red liquid. He stuck the needle at the top of it filling it up. The syringe was filled almost completely full when he was finally stratified with the amount. Without explaining what he doing or what the liquid was for he stuck the needle into my arm. The needle was long and thin but it hurt like crazy. I clutched my teeth together trying to fight against the pain. Soon all the red liquid was gone he removed the needle. He then turn to Esmee saying a few words before leaving. Esmee's face grew pale. Whatever he had said surely effected her.

I laid there puzzled to what was going on. Then my body started to feel like it on fire. I started to tense up. My body jerked wildly. I screamed out on the top of my lungs. For the pain was overwhelming. Suddenly my bonds broke from all the jerky. I rolled of the bed onto the ground. There I tried to stand up. My body felt stiff. My screams turned into growls. I looked up Esmee pleadingly. But the look on her face wasn't of concern but from horror. I wanted to say something but all I could hear were snarls and whines. I then noticed a mirror just on the other side of the room. Oddly I felt as though I should go look to see what was wrong with me. For a moment I thought I was crawling over to mirror. I was low to ground, though I thought I had forced myself to stand up? Not to be on my hands and knees? Soon I got the mirror I nearly doubled over. There I was. But then again it wasn't me. I thought that my mind was playing a trick but I knew strangely enough that it wasn't.

There reflecting back at me was not a form of a boy but of a wolf. Brown furred, yellow eyes, well formed wolf. How I know it was me. The scars on the right side of my head... there was no mistaking those rigid four lines... shit.... what now!