Brett had finished yet another beer as he walked back into the mansion. At some point, he had stopped counting how much he drank, as alcohol didn't seem to effect him much. It was a really fun night for him nonetheless, that was until he went to the main stairs.
Brett dropped his empty cup in shock as he saw the unmoving body at the foot of the stairs.
"Oh shit."
He quickly spread out his senses to make sure that no one was within the vicinity and then listened for a heartbeat.
THUMP!
THUMP!
Brett sighed in relief as the kid was still breathing. It would have been a huge problem if someone died at their pack headquarters, and it would have been an even worse problem if someone had seen the body.
Brett quickly picked up the student and carried him into one of the rooms upstairs and locked the door. Then, he put the kid in the shower and turned it one cold.
PSHHH!
Cold water soaked Simon as Brett was hoping that he would wake up. But, things are never that easy. Simon didn't wake up. Even though he was breathing, it was getting shallower by the second. Brett turned the shower off and put Simon on the bed. Brett had no choice now, he had to contact Ambrose to make a decision on this.
[Ambrose, something bad happened. Go upstairs and to the 3rd door on the left, I'm in there.]
[Ambrose: Coming.]
Brett sighed in relief once again, one thing he knows about Ambrose is that he is great at answering his phone.
Not even 20 seconds later, Brett hears a knock on the door.
"You locked the door, genius." Brett heard Ambrose's voice from the other side of the door.
CLICK!
Brett opened the door and smiled apologetically; "Sorry, I forgot to tell you in the text. I didn't want anyone wandering in here and seeing what was inside."
"Jesus, you make it sound like you killed someone." Ambrose said as he walked past Brett and inspected the room. When he saw the 'body' laying on the bed, he almost believed he was psychic; "Ah, so you did kill someone!"
"NO, NO! I found him like this, and he's not dead for now." Brett quickly explained the whole situation to Ambrose.
"So you're saying he's dying slowly?"
"Yes, I'm not a doctor so I have no idea what's wrong with him, I was hoping you could find out. This is not the kind of attention that this place needs, especially if he goes 'missing.'"
Ambrose just looked at Brett with weird eyes; "So you think I'm a doctor? How am I going to figure this out?"
"Uhh..." Brett was speechless, Ambrose was indeed correct. Despite his noble status as Alpha, it still hadn't been long since he awakened as one.
"Alright just be quiet, let me try something." Ambrose said as he closed his eyes and focused on his senses.
First he focused on Simon's body, from the feet up. It may not seem like it, but one could learn a lot from sound. With a Werewolf's precise hearing, it is possible to 'scan' the entirety of another person and figure out what's wrong. Ambrose felt nothing was wrong until he got to Simon's head. When he got to Simon's head, Ambrose knew that there was something wrong immediately.
Ambrose opened his eyes and said; "Oh shit."
"What?" Brett asked in an anxious tone.
"He has a fucking brain injury." Ambrose said, as Simon's breathing became worse.
Brett was full of worry; "What the hell are we going to do?"
"Well we can't call the police or take him to a hospital, the police would be up here every weekend looking for a party to bust. If we let him die and bury him somewhere, I can guarantee at least one person had seen him here, and that would turn out to be a missing person case. We definitely don't want that attention." Ambrose calmly assessed their options.
"Ambrose... are you saying that you're going to turn him." Brett asked carefully, turning a human was a sensitive matter that should not be taken lightly.
"I don't know, let's wait a few minutes. If his condition stabilizes that we can start discussing our options." Ambrose said, he did not want his pack to be a dictatorship. Ambrose wanted to give his Betas the right to express their opinions on major issues regarding the pack.
Just as he said those words though, Simon's body suddenly started squirming and spasming.
Ambrose was extremely alarmed; "He's having a seizure! Brett hold him down!"
Brett wasted no time and easily held Simon in place as Ambrose approached with serious eyes.
"Are you going to turn him?" Brett asked as he saw Ambrose's eyes.
"I have no choice, it was our party that brought him here and put him in this situation. He should at least get a choice for his future." Ambrose said as his eyes turned glowing blue and his canines elongated.
CHOMP!
Ambrose injected his Werewolf venom into Simon's arm. The same process that occurred with Brett was now occurring with Simon. Although, Simon was completely incapacitated and was lucky enough to avoid the painful experience of being reborn.
"Fuck, why didn't you knock me out when you turned me?" Brett glared at Ambrose as he saw Simon stop seizing slowly and start breathing normally.
Ambrose just scratched his head; "If I knew that there wouldn't be any pain if the person was knocked out, I would have knocked you out in an instant."
"How long will this take?" Brett asked.
"I'm not sure of the extent of his injury, it could take a few hours to a whole day. It really depends on how bad it is. Judging by how quickly he was dying, it was probably pretty bad. Now that the venom is in his system, at least we don't have to worry about his health until he wakes up." Ambrose patiently explained and then continued; "Go find some rope or something and tie him up. I don't think he will wake up tonight, but if he does I want to be assured he won't just get up and rip somebody apart."
Brett left to find some rope. Ambrose stayed in the room with Simon, waiting for Brett to come back.
'Now that I think about it, what's this kid's name?' Ambrose thought as he searched Simon's coat and jacket pockets.
Ambrose found a wallet eventually and pulled out an I.D.
'Simon Walter.'