Thoughts about the last time she made her way through the hospital entrance/exit came to Ember's mind as she made her way into the hospital. This time instead of being forced to use crutches in order to move around, the she-wolf was able to walk on her own two feet. And after this visit, the only things remaining from the fire would the scars. Both internal and external. Not that Ember was going to think about the internal ones at this point in time. The only thing on her mind was getting the stitches out of her head. The darn things inches so much. Just the thought caused her hand to move up, rubbing the back of her head. Her fingers tips were met with barely-there bristles of hair. As if stitches weren't bad enough they had to shave part of her head. Ember tried her best not to let her frustration grow over the loss of some hair as she walked towards the elevator.
Cedarwood. She was in the middle of the hospital and yet all she could smell was cedarwood. A less curious wolf would continue on their way; however, Ember had a bad habit of letting her curiosity get the better of her. The hunt was on. There was no stopping her. She had to find out just where the smell was coming from. Not the smartest idea, seeing how it would make her late for her appointment. Though, she was determined to discover just how cedarwood could overcome the typical bleach smell of a hospital. A whole 15 minutes; that's how long it took her to find over of the scent. That might not seem like a long time for most but for Ember, it seemed like forever. Or maybe the forever was how long she stood there staring at the man's back. She wanted to reach out, touch his back; however, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't move her arm. Instead, she just continued to stand there even after he turned around.
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