I pull on one of the disposable hospital gowns on my way out of the medical bay, determined not to walk naked through the halls of the school.
I already alarmed the poor nurse enough with how I presented to the medical bay earlier.
She had not expected anyone to stagger in half out of breath, naked, covered in blood, carrying a large wounded grey wolf in his arms.
Still, for someone new, she handled it well.
The wound that transferred from Calix's form to mine is vicious now the adrenaline has begun to wear off. My collarbone throbs beneath torn flesh, every movement dragging pain through my shoulder and chest. I could go outside, shift, and let Calix finish healing it properly.
But I have more important things on my mind.
So I do not stop to clean myself up.
I head straight for my
