In the hospital safe room, Peter and Helen sat on the bed looking lost in thought; the letter left to them read, giving them more questions than answers. The let in question was found under Peter’s paw when they both woke up; the were-lion the first to read it; at first felt rage that someone was inside the safe room watching them sleep. Peter would have tested the durability of the furniture in the safe room if it wasn’t for Helen calming him down. Taking the letter from his paw she read it and was stunned by its contents.
“I’m not going to be pregnant,” Helen gasping; “a were-wedding? We had,” Helen looking at Peter, unable to finish her sentence.
“Yes,” Peter rumbling; “while that is pleasing news. The fact that this letter came to us in such a mysterious manner, is what is pissing me off.”
“The letter said you had a conversation with its author,” Helen getting up; her white cotton ball tail twitching as Helen stretched, with her back turned to Peter.
“It was the night I got shot,” Peter looking at the letter once again; “that bastard said some things that pissed me off. Things,” Peter getting up and wincing slightly; his gunshot wound still healing; “that caused me to break your brother’s arm as he fought to keep me alive in the ambulance.”
“I would like to hear the story,” Helen looking at the were-lion towering over her; the rabbit in her still nervous at the predator before her, yet calm as Peter has shown no inclination to harm her.
Sitting back down, Peter sighs. He explains having to relive being shot several times as this bizarre man had a conversation with him. Making him angry as he accused Peter of being a homosexual; driving home the point by shifting into a dragon of smoke and mist.
“That explains why you kept uttering ‘I’m not gay’,” Helen making Peter lay down so she can examine the surgical staples keeping his wound close; “so what else happed afterwards.
“Well,” Peter sighing; “you know that I broke your brother’s arm. But that was an accident. Wrong place wrong time,” Peter grunting as Helen pushes her furry finger’s around his wound; checking to see if there could be any internal bleeding from their nightly activities.
“After I was stabilized,” Peter speaking; “the bizarre man met with me again. He said I needed to hear what he said as metaphorical kick to ass for me to fight for my life as it were. He said I died twice," Peter looking at Helen’s eyes go wide; “He showed me a glimpse into my future Helen. I’ll be a father one day and my child will be a hybrid,” Getting up and looking at Helen; “the strange man told me point blank, don’t look for a were-lion mate. Instead,” Peter shaking his head; “he cryptically told me to seek you out.”
“Cryptically,” Helen looking at Peter; looking at the were-lion, wondering if he was spinning a tall tale just for the fun of it. As far as Helen knew, dragons are creatures of myth and folklore. Stories spun by the fearful as they mistook seeing a were in mid transformation, running off frighten. “If I recall,” Helen looking at Peter; “you had some horrible pickup lines when we met.”
“If they were horrible,” Peter smiling; “then how come we are together?”
Before Helen could answer, the door to the safe room opens up; an orderly standing guard as another comes inside with a couple trays of food. Peter eyeing the two suspiciously as he growls; feeling overprotective as Helen was in the room and behind him.
“We are here to drop off breakfast,” one orderly speaking; “so back off, Doctor Tachibana will be by to check on you two later.”
“Leave the door open,” Helen speaking; “since we are patients and the danger has past…”
“We’ll leave it unlocked,” the orderly speaking; “but there will be guards outside.”
Peter glares as the orderly finishes his task; placing two trays of breakfast on a nearby table. Watching the door close but not hearing a click, the were-lion turns to the table. The smell of eggs and bacon from the trays, was too tempting to resist as he got up and headed to the table.
“I’ve forgotten how hungry I am,” Peter diving into breakfast.
“Don’t eat too fast,” Helen also joining in on eating some eggs and bacon; “you still have a gut wound that is still healing. You may be a were,” Helen looking at Peter; “but a wound that serious takes time to heal.
“But for us,” Peter shoveling eggs and bacon into his maw; “its days not weeks. I remember,” Peter pausing; “when I got a nasty cut from helping my father restore an old 1950 ford F150. This was a cut that would require stitches,” Peter looking at Helen; “yet I spent an hour watching the wound heal. Amazed at how quickly the bleeding stopped; and this was when i was still in high school.”
“How big was the cut,” Helen looking at Peter.
“About as long as this knife,” Peter holding up the plastic cutlery; "there was a scar on my arm, but it has long since faded away."
“A cut on the skin is one thing,” Helen looking at the were-lion; “but a bullet ripping through a body is another matter entirely. You might look fully healed,” Helen speaking; “but your body is still knitting itself back together on the inside. Organs and bones,” Helen chewing on some toast; “take longer to repair than skin.”
“Is that why you were prodding me earlier,” Peter looking at the were-rabbit.
“I needed to check to see how you were healing,” Helen answering; “despite my condition… you were under the risk of your wound opening up during our…”
“Rutting,” Peter responding; “there is no need to dance around the subject. We had a hell of a night together,” Peter smiling; “and more to come later on.”
“Not until you have fully recuperated,” Helen responded; “and we deal with our respective families.”
Peter mulled on Helen said as he finished his plate of food; still feeling hungry as he eyes Helen’s bacon, Peter tries to snag a strip only to have his paw slapped back.
“I may be a were-rabbit,” Helen glaring at the were-lion; “but that doesn’t mean I’m a vegan. Keep your paws off my bacon. You are not the only one hungry from last night.”
“Well I see you two are awake.”
Both turn their heads to see Doctor Tora Tachibana staring at them; the same orderlies from before standing behind him.
“So who is up first for the check up,” Tora looking at the two finishing their breakfast.