Time passes as unconsciousness takes hold. The universe blots out as dreamless sleep is eventually taken over by strange hallucinatory visions and nonsensical dreams. Time passes further and you come to realize you're in a hospital bed with some WONDERFUL painkillers being pumped into your body.
I should go visit the zoo more often, you think to yourself with a smile.
Your dumb and goofy looking face is then hit by a magazine. "Hey! Snap out of it, lover," the good looking woman with long hair and some weird European accent says. "Mr. Dear or Doe or whatever they call you, wake up."
"Ow," you say after getting hit a few more times. It didn't hurt, but saying it was kind of instinctive after getting your nose repeatedly slammed by a shitty video game's review score of an unbearably low 8.9. "Stop. What-OW!" Blinking, the woman was extremely good looking with a fabulously curvaceous body. If it weren't for the fact her clothes looked like they were grabbed out of the nearest dumpster and her hair was completely unkempt, she'd be a complete knock-out. You just wish the room would stop rotating around so you could enjoy the view.
"Will you wake the rest of the way up? It was a mistake bringing you here," she muttered, sounding as if she were more speaking to herself.
"Whydaruhiddingmestaaapid?" you ask in perfect-English-as-spoken-by-someone-doped-up-on-Morphine-eese.
"I'm hitting you," she hisses, "because I'm now trapped in a city I don't know, with you, who I don't know, trying to make sure I don't get caught again, and I'm pretty sure you're my only hope at a decent mate."
You blink at the upsidedown lady. Or maybe the universe was upsidedown. It was hard to tell. "Whaah?"
She sighs and leans close to you. "Listen."
You giggle. "You smell pretty."
She slaps you. "Listen! You were shot by a bullet that went through another feral werewolf. There is a chance you might be infected. Unfortunately," she says taking one of the needles going into your arm and pressing it in deeper.
"Owwie..."
"Unfortunately," she continues, "every time I've tried to create a mate, things don't go well. And I haven't found any other ferals. So you might be it."
"Crateamade?"
"'Create a mate'," she repeats before biting her lip. "I tend to look myself a little and eat the rest of my food, if you understand. Oh, don't wine about the needle. You'll probably heal fast enough anyway."
"Canneyego homnow?"
She sighs again. "I should had just dumped you in a river. No. You can't go home. It was difficult enough to hitchhike as far as I could pretending you were drunk. Eventually one idiot saw your bullet wound and insisted on pulling over at the hospital." She growls. "If it weren't for all of the humans about, I would had eaten his head off right there. But no. You got admitted. I gave a bullshit story about hearing a shooting two towns over before finding you, and your police are investigating. The one good thing is that the zoo doesn't know where we are. They would had grabbed us by now if they did. You've been in here for a couple of days."
"Werewe?"
"I don't know your human cities. Just get better fast so we can leave. Sooner or later those officers are going to figure out I lied about the shooting. Let's just find a distant forest somewhere that we can lie low, hunt, and mate in.... So long as you're actually infected."
The room slowly decides to start spinning in the other direction. It feels funny, and you grin.
She sighs. "Fuck this. We're out." She yanks the needle out of your arm and tears off the other monitors stuck on you.
"Owwie."
"We're leaving." In a heartbeat, the woman picks you up and drapes your heavily drugged carcass over her shoulder. She starts carrying you out.