OLIVIA
Pain. I remember being in excruciating pain and watching a panicking Dillon bent over my face before waking up in this white-walled room. I feel a sense of deja vu when I inhale the smell of disinfectant floating in the air. It's as if I'm reliving the day I realized Dillon and everyone in this community wasn't human without knowing that I too, was like them-a werewolf. When I try to sit up, the beeping machines change their tone to a faster one and a searing pain courses through my lower abdomen so I lie back down.
The door opens and Dillon's scent replaces the smell of disinfectant almost immediately.
"Hey," he says, pulling the bedside chair closer to the bed. "You're finally awake."
I try to sit up again but he lowers me back to the bed, "You can't sit up just yet."
"What's
