Jackson Collin Levine's POV-
The school nurse was my only company for the first five hours of school. I spent most of that time in and out of sleep while she worked on paperwork from her night job at the local hospital. When I woke up in the middle of fifth period, the pain in my body had reduced considerably.
I rolled over on the small gurney and it creaked under my weight. Miss. Wilson looked over her shoulder at me. I had sat up and my feet rested against the floor. She was by my side seconds later. Her small hands rested on my shoulders as she tried to hold me down to the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a worried look on her face. It was amusing to see the slender woman, who was at least a foot and a half shorter than me, try to force me to lie back down.
"I feel a million times better than when I came in here. It feels almost like I am completely... fine...actually." I replied before I looked down at my body. I saw the various cuts and bruises that littered my body was still there. Still there but the cuts looked to be half-healed with scabs. Most of the bruises had turned yellow but some of the smaller ones had disappeared. Miss. Wilson seemed to notice as well as she grasped my hand and found many of the bruises that were there, gone.
"Aren't you human?" she asked with mixed emotions on her face. Human? As far as I know, I was as human as anyone.
"What the? What is that supposed to mean?" I asked but she masked the emotions so quickly I wondered if they were even there.
"Oh nothing, just amazed by how fast you healed up this time. Do you want to head to class now that you are feeling better?" she asked and I was just about to agree when pain exploded in my head. The pressure came back and it brought friends. Besides the unbearable pressure, it felt like Knives were being shoved out of my skull. Like last time, it spread throughout my body and the pain only seemed to get stronger.
"Don't fight it! It will only get worse if you do!" a voice seemed to echo in my already preoccupied mind. How does one fight pain? It is literally physical discomfort that one has no control over. I can't fight it, let alone not fight it as my body is wracked with another wave of pain. This time, it felt like electricity ran through my veins. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body convulsed back onto the bed. I could hear Miss. Wilson's worriedly called out to me as she tried to roll my large frame to my side. I would have been amused if it weren't for the roaring pain expanding into my last cell. Finally, that was when my body could take no more and I once again was unconscious.
*
My family stood on the other side of the large wolf with proud smiles on their faces as the wolf stalked closer to me. However, their faces changed to satisfaction as the wolf lifted up one of its large paws and brought it to my face. Left behind was a scar that started over my eyebrow and sank all the way to my jaw. Only my younger siblings cried and reached out for me as I bled into the hand I raised to cover the wound. Slowly, the large wolf seemed to shrink and turned into the second eldest. He was four, along with his twin who had died in a house fire a year prior. I was only able to save one of them and Jace always blamed me for not being able to save them both.
*
Once again, sweat covered me, soaking my clothes as I woke up. I tried to gather myself together as I looked around an unfamiliar room. However, that only seemed to put me more on edge as I noticed I was in a hospital. Nobody was in the room with me as I looked around the pale blue room. There were two visitor chairs near the door, across from where I was. The hospital bed was better than the gurney but I was still a tad bit too tall to be comfortable. Each end of the room held a door. One led to a bathroom with a shower, toilet, and sink. I could see a few necessities in the bathroom such as towels, a toothbrush, and those mini bottles of soap similar to ones found in hotels. I could only assure the other led to the red of the hospital.
"I told you not to fight it! It was a thousand times more painful thanks to you!" the male voice complained and I searched the room again. There was nobody in the room with me but, I still heard a voice? Am I going insane? That would honestly explain a lot…
However, the mysterious voice did not answer which I was grateful for. At that moment, the door closest to me opened to reveal two familiar faces. Miss Wilson had changed out of her normal clothes and into a set of scrubs. Standing slightly in front of her was the read head that had helped me earlier in the day, Stacie.
"Hello ladies, we must stop meeting like this!" I exclaimed with a playful smile on my lips. Though my already deep voice now sounded like I had been possessed by a demon, the ladies smiled. Their eyes swam with both amusement and concern as they occupied the chairs next to where I lie.
"Oh, dear, whatever shall I do! This is the only way I can keep seeing you!" Miss Wilson played along as she dramatically placed her wrist to her forehead. She acted faint as she leaned up against the doorframe.
"That just means he now has more time for me!" Stacie joked back in a stuck-up girly tone. The two ladies burst out into playful banter and laughter as I took a moment to check myself over. The pain that my body had been in had been reduced to a low electrical hum under my skin. My head felt as though it had been stuffed with cotton while I slept.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Miss. Wilson asked, breaking me from my thoughts. I met her eyes with my oddly rainbow-colored eyes. I wanted to tell her not to worry but I knew all too well that she would anyway.
"I honestly wish I could say I am right as rain… however, the rain feels like acid and when I say right I mean left." I groaned as I leaned my head back onto the pillow behind me.
"I honestly can't say that I am surprised. You have had two seizures that were supposedly brought on by extreme pain. At least, that is what the doctor claims that it was." she answered with a sad expression and I realized that I was exhausted. Not just because I had my ass kicked but because I had physically been drained.
"So, do you have any good news for me?" I asked the two ladies and they shared an expression I could not quite understand.
"You hated your job, right?" Miss. Wilson asked and my eyes grew wide. I prayed that the next words out of her weren't me getting fired.
"GOOD! Good, because you no longer work there…" Stacie announced and my heart sank into my stomach. That Job was all that kept a roof over my head, gas in the tank, and food in my belly. Without it, I would end up back where I started… homeless.
"-move in with me and get you settled with everything." Miss. Wilson had been talking and I had just caught that last few words.
"Who is moving in with you?" I asked and she smiled at me with knowing eyes. She knew I zoned out a lot and always knew when I did. She shook her head in amusement.
"You are, possibly. Without a job to support yourself, I offered to let you stay in my guest room." she answered with a motherly smile on her face. To say that I was shocked would have been an understatement. She had always been a kind woman but to go this far for me left me in amazement.
"Why would you go so far for me?" I asked, void of all emotions as I looked into her eyes. Though he motherly smile and kind eyes never changed as she took my hand in hers.
"I have seen you nearly every day since you were in middle school. I feel a connection with you like a mother or aunt. I just want you to be safe and to be comfortable." she replied and