Lycan’s Lust
By Lacy Dae
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Lacy Dae
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I sighed wearily as I straightened my back, rubbing at the ache that permeated my lower spine. I was twelve hours into a double-shift at the emergency room of the municipal hospital, and things had been more frantic and chaotic than usual. Three car wrecks with multiple victims, one gunshot wound and four kids with broken bones. Another big day in the city! My head turned as I heard the squeaky wheels of our old gurney rolling past, again. The emergency medical technicians seemed to be in no hurry, and the patient had a blanket drawn over his head. DOA. Dead on arrival.
“Need you to clock the death, doc. Got a weird one here.” It was Charlie, a beefy blonde who often worked the night shift with me. I had him push the gurney into an empty room, but he left immediately afterwards. He needed to take his ambulance out on another call. I was alone with the corpse. How lovely.
I pulled the sheet off of the victim, and gave him a once-over. Caucasian, mid-20’s, dark hair and blue eyes. His skin was pale and waxy, and I couldn’t find a heartbeat in his neck. When I pulled the blanket further down, it was obvious why: his ribs were caved in on the left side, with shards of bones piercing through his bloodied skin. Ugh. He also had a lot of bites and claw marks all over, with chunks of flesh ripped out of his legs and arms. He’d lost a fight with a big animal of some kind, like a bear, maybe. His wounds were still bleeding sluggishly, which was kind of odd…
I pressed my fingers hard against the big vein in his throat again, searching for a pulse. If his heart wasn’t beating, he wouldn’t be bleeding! I held my breath, and that’s when I felt it, the faintest tremble against my fingertips.. He had a pulse! I opened the door and yelled down the hallway for help. This guy was miraculously alive, and I intended to keep him that way!
“Stay with me, buddy,” I muttered as I reached over for the IV equipment. He’d lost a lot of blood and needed a transfusion, badly. I got the drip ready and inserted the needle into his mangled left arm. The affect was astonishing. As soon as that rich red fluid entered his vein, his back arched violently from the gurney, and he gasped, a whooping inhalation of air. He started to thrash his arms and legs wildly, knocking medical supplies onto the floor. I tried to restrain him, so he wouldn’t worsen his severe injuries. Amazingly, his wounds didn’t seem as bad as they had a minute ago. I held his shoulders down, shouting for assistance, and watched a 6-inch long cut seal itself, right in front of my disbelieving eyes. His broken ribs cracked and popped as his chest wall expanded, the bone fragments realigning themselves under his skin. What the hell was this?!?
I screamed as he suddenly stood up, yanking out the IV I had placed in his arm. He turned towards me, but I don’t think he saw me. He had a strange blank look in his eyes, which were of an odd, almost burning amber color, glowing and intense. Wait. Hadn’t they been blue? He swung back around to the door and reached for the handle.
“Stop!” I shouted, and grabbed for him. Where he’d been cold before, his skin now burned like a fever, and his sweat made him slippery in my grasp. He shook off my hands easily, my fingers sliding off his broad shoulders and down his back. My ring finger caught on something, which stretched and then snapped as I fell to the floor. He took off, out the door and down the hallway, faster than I could believe possible. He’d been nearly dead just a few minutes before, and now he was an Olympic sprinter? What is going on?
I scrambled to my feet, but he’d gotten away long before I could contact security. Glancing down, I studied the necklace that I’d accidentally torn away from him. A thin gold chain, with an old coin stamped with the silhouette of wolf hanging from it. I put it into the pocket of my scrubs. I didn’t know who he was, but I was determined to find him again and return his necklace. And ask him some questions!
I finished my much-less-eventful shift and headed home. After a restless night’s sleep, I decided to contact Charlie and see if he could tell me where he’d found the not-dead guy from the night before. Fortunately, he was off the clock and I was able to reach him at home.
“Hey, Charlie.” I greeted him. “What’s up?”
“You calling to give me a hard time, too?” He sounded cranky. After the John Doe had split, no-one would believe he was as badly hurt as Charlie had reported. Most everyone thought that Charlie had goofed and reported a guy as dead who wasn’t that bad off. Some of them had been really mean about it, too. “Godamnit, that guy was clearly a goner! How the hell did you revive him like that?”
“You were right about him being a weird one. He bounced right up after getting a little blood in him. Bizarre. Drugs, maybe. Hey, where’d you pick him up, anyways?” I wanted to find my missing man, and I thought the scene of his near-death experience would be the best place to start.