Wolf's Whisper

A cold breath crept down my back. My mind must be playing tricks on me, there's nothing there. Or is my mind tricking me into thinking it isn't there?


5. The Call

The doctor spent an hour looking at different things about my body. Blood pressure, temperature, breathing rate and so on. I didn't like this a bit, it's humiliating. It's like I'm a freak show, and he's just laughing at me. His phone then started going off, it was one of those old flip phones that if you loose it you can easily replace it. He groaned, but reluctantly answered it. “Yes, what is it?” he said with a tone of annoyance and curiosity on his tongue. He leant against the wall, his fingers tapping a rhythm out, staring up at the ceiling. It took less than a minute for all the blood to evacuate his face. His eyes grew wide with bloodshot veins imprisoning his iris'.


He nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat. I breathed heavily, trying to except this news. “Okay, I'll get there as quickly as possible.” He hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket. He looked at me for a moment, studying me for an answer. His hand began to fish through his jacket pockets, and out he pulled a little glass vile. A strange green liquid swished around the glass as he held it up to the light. He pulled off the cork, and held it out to me. “Drink this,” he commanded. I glared at his eyes for a moment, they didn't seem at all fun, just serious. I didn't trust him one bit, he had this sense of privateness to him, like he was hiding something. But what? Regardless to my mind and it's thinking. I took the vile lightly, and threw it back like a shot.


My vision began to blur and darken, so I couldn't see the yellowness of the dim light bulb. Nor could I see the small amount of peach tint in my pale skin. And I also couldn't see the blueness of the Doctor's eyes.

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