Adelaide

“You should really go to hospital to have this looked at.” Adelaide said as she used a clamp and cotton swab to wipe away the blood and clean the wound on Brett’s chest and arm.

Brett nodded mutely as he let the chastisement wash over him. He sat on the hard bench bed that they used for doctor offices. Brett decided to go to the sports medicine room instead of the nurse’s office. He told himself that it was closer and more familiar but in reality he knew it was because he wanted to see Adelaide. He had thought it would be such a good idea to have Adelaide look at his wounds now he just felt like an idiot. A very happy, and contented idiot.

Adelaide LeBeaux was in Brett’s opinion the prettiest sophomore around. She had an exotic unearthly beauty about her, with hair such a pale blonde it almost seamed white. Striking eyes that in the right light turned violet. Pale white skin that almost seemed to glow. Quite honestly she looked like an angel. And when she came to treat you on the field after you were injured you almost didn't mind that you got hurt.

Adelaide wasn't the school nurse and it was really only luck that she was there by herself at all. Adelaide was the assistant to the sports medicine teacher and she had become so her freshman year. To say she was talented at medicine was an understatement. A lot of the players on the football team, and from Brett had heard from other teams as, well all agreed that Adelaide had more talent for medicine then the sports medicine instructor and the school nurse combined.

“How did you get this anyway?” Adelaide said working on the bite on Brett’s arm. “It looks like some kind of animal attacked you.”

“Ya, it was a umm… big dog.” Brett said. For some reason his brain wasn’t working so well. “Animals don’t seem to like me all too much. Well except raptors, I seem to get along with them okay.”

“Raptors?” Adelaide replied. “Oh you mean birds.”

“Well raptors more refer to birds of prey, like eagle’s hawks and owls.” Brett always felt a little like a nerd when he talked about birds. But it was the only subject besides sports that he knew a lot about. And right now he would almost say that he won the nerd competition to keep talking to Adelaide, well maybe not that.

“Well I’m really worried about this dog bite. I didn’t think dogs attacked for no reason.” Adelaide continued now focused back on Brett’s wounds. “The wound looks clean but did you notice anything about the dog? Did it look and act healthy? Did you see any excess drool around the mouth?”

“No nothing like that. It seemed really healthy just really really angry.” Brett momentarly got lost in thought. Why was the monster so angry? Why was he being attacked all the time? What was the strange place he kept going to? Camdon said more were coming. More of what? So many questions and he didn’t have any answers.

“Hey are you alright?” Adelaide was only a couple of inches from his face staring deeply into his eyes. Brett momentarily startled jumped back and immediately regretted it. So close and he ruined it. She had smelled… nice.

“No I’m fine.” He managed to strangle out of his tight throat.

“Are you sure?” Adelaide pressed. “You looked really worried about something.

“It’s fine.” Brett said “it’s my own problem.”

“Oh, is that so?” Adelaide said beginning to wrap his arm and torso with gaze. She was very quick. Her touch was light and gentle. She smiled slightly as she asked another question. “Are you an idiot Brett?”

“Well I try not to be.” Brett said carefully, trying not to be offended by the question. Man she had a pretty smile.

“Good, because only idiots refuse to get help when they’re in trouble.” She finished wrapping his arm and stood back to look at her work. “Okay all done. Put your shirt back on and promise me that you will go see a doctor.”

“Okay.” Brett mumbled as he pulled his ruined shirt over his head.

“And Brett?” Adelaide said as Brett was about to go out the door.

“ya.” Brett answered turning around and waiting for her to continue.

“You should really find someone to help you when you’re in trouble. The star quarterback can’t handle everything. There’s a reason why you have a team around you and it’s just not you on the field.”