Chapter 9

I gasped and ran to the bed, taking in Zayne's appearance. The colour from his body had been drained out of him and his lips pale. His hand laid out to the side of him and his eyes were closed gently. I turned to the doctor and I could feel my face paling. "What," I got chocked up, blinking away tears, "What's wrong with him doctor?" The doctor was a man, probally in his late 50s, early 60s. He had shaggy grey hair and was quite small and chubby. I peered at his name badge, it read 'Mr Barn, Medical Expert' and I almost sighed with relief to sence that he also, was a werewolf. Usually, werewolves like us, if we get injured we normally just go to our pack doctor because if we went to a generall hospital, I'm pretty sure they would think things are a little odd. But Zayne was losing so much blood we didn't have time to waste about getting back to the pack. Mr Barn looked down at his clipboard and ajusted his glasses before looking up at me again. "H