It was sometime later when Analise finally awoke from beneath their hospital bed. Every muscle in her body ached painfully and she was sleeping on the cold tile floor. The only warmth she felt was coming from the body curled up behind her.
She blinked a few times, unsure if she were Analise again or that animal that was lurking inside of her. It had been a terrible experience and no one had bothered to explain that part. Turn into a wolf, they said. It'll be fast and painless, they said.
Fucking liars. I should gut every last one of them
she found herself thinking darkly.
Analise frowned slightly.
Gutting
people was not her usual internal threat of choice. Usually she promised to punch someone in the face or kick them in the balls. Something a little less... gory.
She let out a small, pathetic sigh at her plight and to her surprise, a strong arm wrapped tightly around her, pulling her closer into the warm body. Her eyes thrust widely open as she realized that not only was she apparently sleeping with someone under the bed, they were both naked.
Rhys. Oh god... What the hell happened?
Letting out a gasp, she tried to roll over and push away as quickly as she could. Instead, she merely let out a gasp. Her muscles were far too painful for anything as acrobatic as rolling, apparently, and pushing was definitely out of the question. Rhys's deep cobalt blue eyes blinked open in confusion. He settled his eyes instantly on Analise's, resulting in more confusion before propriety set in and he slid back slightly, reaching the same arm that had embraced her up and over the bed to retrieve a blanket for her.
"Did... Did we..." Her eyes were still as wide as quarters as she brought arms across her chest.
"Mate?" He answered in perhaps the least romantic way possible as he tugged the blanket down and started draping it around her. She was visibly quite grateful for that. "I don't think so," he answered quietly. It was clear that Rhys was exhausted and probably could have used a few more hours of sleep.
"You don't
think
so?" She repeated incredulously.
He offered her a tired chuckle. "Wolf fell asleep sometime after yours finally did," he answered quietly again. "I didn't even realize I shifted back," he added curiously. That had never happened before, but he decided not to tell her that. He eyed her cautiously. "You ok?"
She blinked a few times in disbelief, adjusting the blanket for modesty. "I..." Shepherd just let it go and sigh apathetically. The obvious answer was no, no she wasn't ok, but then, there really was no point in belaboring the issue any more. "They said it wasn't going to hurt," she finally answered.
Rhys frowned. "I've never seen a turn go that badly before," he told her, rolling to his back and resting his head on his arm as he stared absently at the bed springs. "Looks like you're both incredibly stubborn and persistent. Guess I already knew you were like that."
"They also said I'd be in control the entire time," she continued in the same quiet voice.
Rhys chuckled a bit. "Yeah... doesn't really work that way."
Analise was not sharing his humor in this. "How does it work? There's no way in hell I'm letting that happen again."
"I don't advise that," Rhys warned, his humor feigning slightly. "She'll rip you apart to get out." He let out a sigh and turned to look at her slightly. "You want to get out from under here?" Analise was shivering, probably from the cold floor, but her eyes were locked on his with an intense demand for information.
The question snapped her back to her surroundings. "Yeah... I... where are our clothes?" she asked out loud.
Rhys smirked again. He wasn't sure why he was enjoying this side of her so much. It was likely because she seemed so naΓ―ve and ignorant. That definitely wasn't a trait he thought he'd see from her, but she carried it well enough. He had half expected her to shrug off her lack of knowledge and pretend she had expected all of this. It was then that he realized he had grossly misunderstood her.
Analise wasn't arrogant, she was confident and intelligent. If she was a man he wouldn't have questioned it at all. In a woman, he hadn't been expecting that combination.
Rhys slid out from under the bed and then peered under, offering her a hand. One hand remained tightly clutched to the hospital blanket for propriety and the other hesitantly reached out to accept the help.
She winced as she finally slid out and propped herself up. Muscles she didn't even know she had were on fire for just the slightest of movements. Her eyes casually drifted over to Rhys before she instantly snapped her gaze away again. "Jesus, Rhys!" She reprimanded slightly. He, obviously, was not at all shy about nudity.
Rhys chuckled again as he tugged on his worn blue jeans. "Clothes are a human thing," he explained. "Uncontrolled shifting has a way of... well destroying them. But I'd get used to it, if I were you. I think our wolves are friends," he added through a grin. Analise was sure to hate that part.
Analise was beet red from embarrassment and offered him a sour look. "Fantastic," she offered dryly. "What other fun surprises to I have in store? I mean, uncontrolled shifting just sounds lovely."
Rhys padded over and scooped her up, replacing her in the bed, before moving over to pull a side chair over. Analise tugged her knees up into her chest as she pulled herself into a sitting position. "You are sharing your body with a female wolf," he explained gently. "If it helps, she's just as confused as you are right now, I'd figure."
"That doesn't help," she answered flatly. "How do I kill it?"
Rhys was horrified. "You don't," he answered sharply. "And you best not repeat that again."