Your vision returns, blurry and out of focus. Your brain struggles to comprehend where you are, or how you got here, to little success. You try to move, and find yourself quite restrained. You try to summon the werewolf side of yourself, and find it somehow lost to you. You can't summon the inner anger and primal nature to bring the beast forth.
Your vision clears, and you realize you're staring up at a white ceiling, with bright flourescent lights. You attempt to look around, and find that at least your head isn't restrained, though the rest of you seems to be strapped rather securely to a hospital bed.
To your right is a mirrored wall, almost certainly a two-way mirror. This is some sort of observation chamber, you surmise. You glance to your left, and see a few feet away a redhead in a bed next to you, receiving what appears to be a blood transfusion...from you.
Seeing you awake, she looks back at you, smiling. "Don't worry," she says, "This will all be over soon."
Then....