#sonofapirate

Harry wipes the blood from his mouth as he stands to his feet. His feed was dead at his feet. He looks at Mal worried that she’s going to run away or attack him which he deserves.

“I can explain…” He really couldn’t.

Mal stood there, unsure what to do or say.  She kept secrets, sure, but this... this made every secret she has ever kept seem pathetically small in comparison.  And what would happen if she tried to run or fight back?  Would he let her leave or would she end up like his last meal?  Or at least, an attempted meal.  She knew for a fact that her magic would lash out if he sank those fangs in.

Harry’s eyes opened slowly as he took in his surroundings. White walls, white ceilings, beeping monitor. He was in the hospital. How had he gotten in there? What had happened? He turned his head registering someone was in the room with him. He expected to be his dad or Emma, but instead saw it was Mal.

“Mal…?” His voice was raspy. “What are doing here? Someone is going to catch you.”

Mal wasn’t really sure what happened to get him so hurt.  He was passed out by the time she found him, and she didn’t really know her way around wounds.  That was why she decided to zap him to the hospital and let the people who’s job it was  to take care of the sick and wounded do their job.  But that was two days ago.

“And what is your current mood?” Harry asks as he sits with her, “Because something tells me they’re planning on turning this town into a wasteland.”