Stephen POV
The smell of disinfectant burned my nose as I walked down the hospital hallway. The fluorescent lights flickered slightly, making the environment even more oppressive. Even though the wound on my shoulder pulsed with pain, my worry wasn't about me. All that mattered was Mrs. Navarro.
A doctor approached, looking at me with concern. He pointed to the cut on my shoulder, which was still bleeding lightly.
"You need care. That wound looks serious," he said, adjusting his glasses and watching me carefully.
I shook my head. "I'm fine. It's not as serious as it seems."
"That's not true. Bite wounds can get infected quickly, not to mention they're quite deep," he insisted.
I took a deep breath, trying not to sound rude. "I'm different. It'll heal quickly, you don't have to worry
