I immediately jumped out of the bed and was by Brooke's side in less than a second. She was withering around in pain and screaming into her pillow.
"Liam!" I yelled, panicking slightly. You try not panicking when your best friend is screaming like how Brooke is.
She was sweating like crazy, and her side of the bed was soaked. Her face was twisted in pain, and it killed me slightly seeing her like this.
"Liam!" I yelled again.
"I'm here, what's going on?" Liam appeared in the doorway, his hair messy and he was just in pajama bottoms.
I couldn't help but look at him. He certainly was hot, and man did he have a six pack of washboard abs. I shook my head to clear the thoughts. Now was not the time to check out Liam.
"Get some ice," I said, and Liam disappeared in a flash.
"I'm gonna pull back the covers to check the bruises," I told her.
"It hurts," Brooke whimpered.
"I know," I said sadly and carefully pulled back the covers to reveal her legs.
I stifled a gasp. The bruises were even worse than last time. They were a darker shade of navy blue and a horrible shade of purple. Tears welled in my eyes, but I wiped them away so Brooke couldn't see. No sense in letting her see my pain.
"How bad is it?" Brooke asked.
"Bad," I said, seeing no point in lying to her since I've never lied to her. "But you're gonna be okay, Bree. I promise."
Brooke laughed slightly. "I remember when you gave me that nickname. We were two, and you couldn't pronounce my name so you called me Bree. It stuck, apparently."
I smiled sadly. "And you and Liam thought my name was a mouthful to say when we were five so you called me Hales. I don't know why you thought that, it's only two syllables."
"We were five, everything was a mouthful to us."
"Well, at least we can pronounce our names now."
Brooke laughed and that turned into a groan of pain. "If I die, I want you to kill Liam for me."
"You're by gonna die," I told her sternly, then frowned. "And why kill Liam?"
"Because he's an ass," she said. "And I know you'll be oh so devastated about my death, you'll want to kill someone. Might as well be Liam."
I smiled slightly and felt her forehead. Her skin was more than feverish; it was burning. I hissed slightly in pain and drew my hand away, looking at the burn on my hand.
Not good, I thought. So not good.
"Liam, hurry with the ice!" I yelled.
"I'm here," Liam said, appearing with a bucket full of ice. "How is she?"
"Bad," was all I said.
I poured the ice over Brooke, relaxing slightly when I saw steam come off her and felt her skin cool of slightly. At least the ice was working.
"What happened to your hand?" Liam asked, noticing the ugly burn on my hand.
"Nothing," I said, wrapping a cloth around my hand. "It'll be gone in the morning."
"It looks pretty bad," Liam said.
"It's only second degree."
"That's really bad."
"Werewolf healing, Liam. I'll be fine in a couple hours."
"I don't think that'll heal in a couple of hours."
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