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"'S not fair. They started it." Grayson barely managed to resentfully mutter to himself through his sore jaw, an ice pack held tightly to his eye that was already beginning to swell shut. "Ow. I didn't even do anything. Why do I always get the short stick?" He continued to pout, swinging his legs in the uncomfortable chairs of the waiting room, as he waited for his number to be called.
His head throbbed insistently as if demanding to be remembered; another problem for the doctor to look at. Grayson only groaned and let his head fall back as a migraine crept up on him. If only he had studied more than the basic healing spells, he could've patched himself up by now. That, or don't get involved when a werewolf was starting to lose control in an argument with a human. One second you're talking the shaking werewolf down while waving the human to get away, and the next you're getting thrown face-first over the bar.
The sound of approaching footsteps and a throat clearing made him sit up suddenly, which was a bad idea Grayson decided, his vision going spotty as his head did 360s on his neck.
"Wha...?" He blinked up fuzzily for a second, before what felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped down his back at seeing his high school sweetheart standing in front of him. "Oh shit."














