"Alright sit so I can clean your wounds, wll you?"
Wolfram made a snarky remark about the nurse under his breath, sitting on the bed.
Making no effort to be careful, the nurse pulled away the shredded pieces of his t-shirt sleeve, cleaning wound. He winced."Maybe you could be more careful?"He growled.
"Whatever. Hey, why the heck are there so many scars on your arms? How many fights have you been in, dude?"
He stiffened, and pulled away from her."Something's I don't need the whole world knowing thank you very much! I can leave right now, I don't have a problem with it. Actually, I think Lach can clean a wound better then you, and he doesn't have any doctor training or whatever."
"Geez what is your problem? Why are you such a jerk?"She muttered, attempting to clean his wound again.
But Wolfram slapped her hand away, eyes narrowed defensively."Get away!"He snarled."I don't need your filthy claws touching me, I can do this myself, I've done it plenty of times before. I didn't even want to come here in the first place!" What am I even mad at right now? Bleddyn? Indigo? Lach? The nurse? Kill me now....
(*screams internally because Della would never say this kind of stuff*. Must be her evil twin Annnnnd.... the plot was ruined)"Calm the frick down you ungrateful cat boy!"The nurse snarled, backing away from him.
Wolfram flinched at her harsh tone, a hurt look glittering in his eyes. He got up, holding back the growing urge to punch the nurse senseless. The lights in the room hurt his eyes, his wounds growing worse by the minute, blood dripping down his arm onto the ground, his head ached like claws where sinking into his skull, and he could barely stay on his feet, dizzy and he felt waves of nausea."Get. Me. Out. Of. Here."He hissed to Lachlan, clearly uneased and anxious.
Roberto was concerned from the screaming going on down the hall. He saw his (can she be his wife) acquaintance from work enter the room and the bratty nurse rushing out.
"What in all of the beautiful snowflakes is going on here?" He bellowed.