Eleanor's POV
I took Lawrence to the hospital. His injuries were so severe that the doctor said he needed surgery.
Then, I stood in the hospital corridor, waiting for Lawrence to come out with trembling fingers.
My clothes were stained with Lawrence's blood, which seemed to carry his scent. Surprisingly, at such a time, it could give me some comfort.
'Is Lawrence going to die? I don't think so.'
I had heard Madison once said that werewolves were very strong and had the ability to heal themselves. Harley had not attacked his vitals.
However, I could see that Lawrence's wound was very deep. Even though he was a werewolf, he still needed to be hospitalized for a few days to recover. By the look of him now, he should be in great pain.
I didn't know how things got to this point, but at t
