Chapter 107 The Good Doctor


    I thought we were finally free at first when I watched Edward run away with his tail between his legs,


    but as I looked over at Nina and saw the puddle of blood growing around her, I knew that the real fight


    had only just begun.


    She appeared to be in shock. When I picked her up, cursing under my breath for what Edward had


    done to her, she looked momentarily confused before she promptly lost consciousness from the blood


    loss.


    “Shit,” I whispered as I held her in my arms. I closed my eyes and tried to teleport, but I couldn’t.


    Whatever poison Edward had given me must have stunted all of my abilities, just like he said it would. If


    it weren’t for Nina healing me earlier, I would’ve been dead by now from blood loss.


    I had to get Nina out on foot. Lisa had mentioned before that these tunnels were underneath the


    school, where they used to transport the bodies back when the school was supposedly a sanatorium.


    There had to be an entrance in the school, then. I was certain that Edward had been using it to get in


    and out of his office without being detected.


    The sliding metal door, which nowy on the ground in a crumpled heap, sparkled slightly as I carefully


    stepped over it from the electronics inside the keypad being smashed. Therge chains, which were


    still hooked around my wrists, felt heavier than lead as I walked, but I couldn’t let them stop me and I


    didn’t have the time right now to figure out how to get them off. If I didn’t hurry, Nina would bleed out.


    I made my way through the tunnels, periodically looking down at Nina’s helpless body in my arms to


    check if she was still breathing, until the tunnel eventually widened and began to angle upwards.


    Lisa wasn’t lying, I thought to myself as I walked, picking up my pace. This must have been where they


    wheeled the bodies down.


    I passed arge room that appeared to be a morgue. All of the mortuary cabs were open, so it was


    empty — but I couldn’t help but wonder if Edward would have stuffed my body in there if he had gotten


    his way and killed me.


    Eventually, the tunnel came to an end, and I was met with two double doors. I pushed on one, shifting


    Nina’s weight into one arm, and it opened with ease. As I did so, I heard her groan slightly, which was a


    good sign. At least she wasn’t dying just yet.


    The doors led me into a dark room that looked almost like a storage room, and suddenly, as I heard the


    bubbly female voice on the other side of the door, I knew exactly where I was: Tiffany’s office.


    “Tiffany!” I shouted, bursting in through the doors and causing her to screech. She leaped off of her


    stool, dropping her phone, and mped her hand over her mouth as she saw me and Nina.


    Quickly, she picked up the phone. “I-I’ll call you back,” she said, gesturing for me toy Nina down on


    one of the beds. “Sick student.” She hung up, then ran over to me. Her eyesnded first on Nina, taking


    in her bloodied and bruised appearance, then slid over to me, taking in my equally bruised and bloody


    appearance as well as the chains on my wrists.


    “Don’t ask,” I said, crouching to cup Nina’s face in my hands. “Just fucking help her.”


    Tiffany nodded and ran to grab a cart of medical supplies. She wheeled it over, then I helped her to cut


    through Nina’s shirt with a pair of scissors and move the fabric aside.


    Nina’s stomach made a squelching sound. It was even worse than I thought; Edward had dug his ws


    into her stomach when he barged past her, leaving her with two enormous gashes right on her


    stomach.


    “Holy shit,” Tiffany said under her breath. I watched, horrified and clutching Nina’s tiny hand like my life


    depended on it, as Tiffany cleaned the blood away around the wound. She then disinfected the wound,


    which made me grateful that Nina was knocked out, and began to stitch it up.


    When she was finished, she ran over to the sink and sanitized her hands. “Get that IV cart from over


    there,” she said, pointing with a bloody finger at a tall metal rack with wheels. I jumped up and grabbed


    it, wheeling it over, then watched as she dried her hands and came over. She ced a stic bag of


    fluids on the rack and connected a long tube to it, then inserted the IV needle into Nina’s arm.


    As she did that, Nina’s eyes suddenly shot open, wide and frenzied. She began to thrash, screaming


    something about not wanting to take her medicine. I ran over and grabbed her by the shoulders,


    pushing her down into the bed and bringing my face closer to hers so she could see me.


    “Nina!” I shouted. “It’s okay! It’s me!”


    Recognition shed across her face — then, suddenly, her eyes rolled back and her eyelids closed


    once more. I looked up to see Tiffany infusing something into the IV.


    “Morphine,” she said, her hands shaking as she pulled them away from the bag. “She needs to heal.


    Thrashing around won’t make that happen any faster.”


    I nodded, releasing my grip on Nina’s shoulders, and stepped away. Now, Tiffany came over to me and


    began to inspect me. “I’m fine,” I said, pulling away as she went to touch the wounds on my back,


    which had closed up into scars thanks to Nina’s healing. “I just wanna get these chains off.”


    Without a word, Tiffany nodded and retrieved a few bobby pins from her hair. Together, we worked at


    the locks on the cuffs around my wrists for at least an hour, asionally taking breaks to check on


    Nina, until one finally clicked open, then the other. The chains fell to the floor with a crash. I rubbed my


    sore wrists as I stared down at them.


    Tiffany disappeared for a few moments into the very same storage room that I emerged through and


    returned with a shirt, a bag of crackers, and an electrolyte drink. Once I had the shirt on, I devoured the


    crackers and chugged the drink, although I could’ve eaten a lot more after being locked in that dungeon


    for who knows how long.


    “Now,” Tiffany said, sitting across from where Ninay. “Do you wanna tell me what happened?”


    I hesitated, wondering if I should even tell her anything because doing so would reveal the existence of


    werewolves, but at this point, I figured I could trust her… So I exined everything.


    When I was finished, Tiffany merely nodded. She didn’t seem fazed in the slightest.


    “…You knew, didn’t you?” I asked.


    “Well, I knew about werewolves,” she said. “I didn’t know what Edward was up to down there. He said it


    was just research, so I stopped questioning him when he kepting out of the tunnels, although I


    started to notice that some of my supplies were going missing, and I was nning on asking him about


    that. He’s always been a bit of an odd guy; I never thought he would do anything nefarious. And it’s


    creepy as hell down there, so I never went to investigate it myself. Now… I wish I had.”


    I shook my head. “No. It’s good that you stayed up here. I don’t know what he would’ve done with you if


    you’d found it. And I’m d that you were here when Nina needed you.”


    There was a long pause. Nina moved a bit in her sleep, which was afort.


    “Tiffany?” I asked.


    “Hm?”


    “So, if you knew about werewolves… Did you know I was one all along?”


    Tiffany nodded as a bit of a smile spread across her lips. “Of course I knew! Those PT results are way


    too good. Besides, I… I knew your father.”


    My eyes widened, but before I could ask anything else, Nina moved again and groaned.


    “She’s waking up,” Tiffany said, standing. “Let’s make sure she doesn’t freak out again. I think she


    needs to see you to stay calm, so stay by her side.”


    I nodded and crouched down beside Nina, taking her hand in mine and pressing it to my lips as I


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