Wyatt
I have talked with the doctor, and he isn’t much help. He has reviewed my test results again and says there wasn’t anything off in any of them. His best suggestion is to go back to my room and rest. Maybe in the morning, my throat won’t be so dry.
Reluctantly, I follow the doctor’s advice and go to bed shortly after getting back to my apartment. I feel bad because I want to sit up and talk with Fiona to get to know her a little, but I can’t. The longer the night drags on, the drier my throat gets. I have drunk glass after glass of water and juice, but nothing seems to help. I’m hoping a good night’s sleep will do the trick.
I drag my feet as I head towards my bedroom. Besides talking with Fiona, I really want to spend more time with Katelyn. Not only my wolf, but I also get excit
