Trying to write this by the light of a booklight while still not disturbing Jason's sleep-
So much has happened today, I don't where to begin (was I actually a little bored this afternoon?).
I guess I'll start with the biggest things-
1) Jason is a WEREWOLF! But a good one- I'll go into that soon.
2) We have two more new people- Kayla and Jonas- they are friends and Kayla's a doctor, which has unfortunately come in handy already because
3) Brian was injured in another attack. More of those creepy bird-reptile-monsters like the one that bit Jason's leg last night attacked and it was pretty damn bad. I'd still be shaking if I weren't all cozied up in a nest of blankets on the living room floor with Jason snore-growling with his head on my lap.
And how did I get in this position- snuggled up to an injured werewolf? I put myself here. See, in my mind, Jason is really the single reason none of us is dead from the attack tonight- he was the first one to figure out that they were coming and he fought off at least three of them- might be five- things were so confusing. But, once we were sure the threat was passed, Jason, who'd changed into the wolf for the fight (that was a thing to see, for sure- one minute I'd getting a look at his pretty pale tushie and the next he's twice as big and covered in hair and big old teeth), once the threat was passed, Jason changed back to Jason and passed out from tiredness.
So, while Henry and Kayla did what they could for Brian (he's pretty messed up, but doing better than they had expected- he'll probably live if he survives the infection Kayla is sure he has), while they were fixing Brian up, Xander and I brought Jason inside. I cleaned him up, stitched up his worst cuts (thank God infection isn't a worry for him) and settled us here on the floor. (Since two of the three bedrooms are now open to the elements because of the windows being broken, and the other was probably going to be assigned as the infirmary, I left the couch open for whoever wanted it- the two of us wouldn't fit there anyway.)
I'm not sure if Jason would be sleeping better alone, but I don't like the idea of it. He'd seemed really pleased earlier (before the attack) when I said he could sleep in my room, that I couldn't imagine him wanting to be alone now. Maybe I'm projecting some- he is pretty high on my list right now, with the saving everyone's life thing he did. Also the way he trusted me, changing form in front of me like that. It's got to be a hard thing to let people in on, or he would have told us sooner.
Henry wasn't too happy to see us like this when he went by a little bit ago. He stood there across the room thinking about saying something, thinking about demanding I get the hell away from that monster, but he didn't say it, he didn't say anything because he knew I wouldn't listen- it's strange how well he judges me without having my thoughts inside his head.
I wonder if my customary green tea will be waiting for me in the morning tomorrow? Even if it isn't, I'm fine with that.
I guess I'll start with the biggest things-
1) Jason is a WEREWOLF! But a good one- I'll go into that soon.
2) We have two more new people- Kayla and Jonas- they are friends and Kayla's a doctor, which has unfortunately come in handy already because
3) Brian was injured in another attack. More of those creepy bird-reptile-monsters like the one that bit Jason's leg last night attacked and it was pretty damn bad. I'd still be shaking if I weren't all cozied up in a nest of blankets on the living room floor with Jason snore-growling with his head on my lap.
And how did I get in this position- snuggled up to an injured werewolf? I put myself here. See, in my mind, Jason is really the single reason none of us is dead from the attack tonight- he was the first one to figure out that they were coming and he fought off at least three of them- might be five- things were so confusing. But, once we were sure the threat was passed, Jason, who'd changed into the wolf for the fight (that was a thing to see, for sure- one minute I'd getting a look at his pretty pale tushie and the next he's twice as big and covered in hair and big old teeth), once the threat was passed, Jason changed back to Jason and passed out from tiredness.
So, while Henry and Kayla did what they could for Brian (he's pretty messed up, but doing better than they had expected- he'll probably live if he survives the infection Kayla is sure he has), while they were fixing Brian up, Xander and I brought Jason inside. I cleaned him up, stitched up his worst cuts (thank God infection isn't a worry for him) and settled us here on the floor. (Since two of the three bedrooms are now open to the elements because of the windows being broken, and the other was probably going to be assigned as the infirmary, I left the couch open for whoever wanted it- the two of us wouldn't fit there anyway.)
I'm not sure if Jason would be sleeping better alone, but I don't like the idea of it. He'd seemed really pleased earlier (before the attack) when I said he could sleep in my room, that I couldn't imagine him wanting to be alone now. Maybe I'm projecting some- he is pretty high on my list right now, with the saving everyone's life thing he did. Also the way he trusted me, changing form in front of me like that. It's got to be a hard thing to let people in on, or he would have told us sooner.
Henry wasn't too happy to see us like this when he went by a little bit ago. He stood there across the room thinking about saying something, thinking about demanding I get the hell away from that monster, but he didn't say it, he didn't say anything because he knew I wouldn't listen- it's strange how well he judges me without having my thoughts inside his head.
I wonder if my customary green tea will be waiting for me in the morning tomorrow? Even if it isn't, I'm fine with that.