"Gosh, you don't think that wolf could have hurt Mike," Micky asked. I don't know why, but the statement seemed almost ridiculous to me. Not that I wasn't concerned, but I had a feeling Mike had a lot more to worry about then a wolf.
All of the sudden there was a crash and our thoughts were interrupted by a large, black wolf jumping through the window. We all moved back, and stared at it, afraid. The wolf stood in the center of the room and looked around as if he was sizing it up. Then he stopped and glared at Fiona. Peter was afraid for her, and he jumped between the two of them.
"Please," he said. "Don't hurt her. She has done nothing. Please. "
The wolf seemed to be considering this seriously for a moment, but it then shook its head and lunged. It shoved Peter on to the ground, stunning him and stopping him from doing anything. The wolf dived at Fiona, and with one swipe of its claw, ripped open her chest. It then shoved its nose into her and began to eat. Peter shook his head, recovered, got up, and tried in vain to stop it.
Then, almost as suddenly as it had arrived, the wolf jumped out the window and back in to the wilderness. Micky and I were still stunned. During the whole scene, we'd merely observed in horror and terror. Peter went over to Fiona, who by some miracle was still conscious.
"It's alright, Peter," she said. " I'm going to be fine."
"Now it's too late, isn't it?" Peter asked.
"No, " she said. "It's never too late." Then she sighed and was unconscious.
"Is she, you know, dead?" I asked.
Peter just sat there. He got a very depressed look in his eyes, looked at me and said, sadly, "No Davy, she won't die. Not yet."
The look in his eyes and the depressed sound of his words made me feel a wave of depression rush over me as well, but I tried to shake it off. Micky was affected differently, and he just stood and stared at Peter and Fiona.
"She's still alive?" he asked. "But how, that..that, wolf just ate a vital organ. You can't survive without all your vital organs. " This was Micky the scientist talking here. He went over to her, and despite all of what he'd just said, was shocked to learn that she still had a pulse. " What do we do now?" he asked, looking at me. I shook my head and looked at Peter.
"You're asking me?" he said. He sighed and shook his head, sadly. " I wish Mike were here."
Outside, we heard a loud scream. As if this was an alarm clock, we all ran outside. Mike was lying in the snow, face down, with nothing on. Peter ran back in and returned with a blanket.
Peter ran to Mike and covered Mike with a blanket. Together, we all led Mike in to the cabin. He staggered in, and collapsed on the couch. But not before he put on a pair of pants.
"Mike, what's going on?" Peter asked. " You've got glass pieces in your skin, and you're bleeding. Micky went to the first-aid kit and returned with some bandages and antiseptic. " Micky, you're not actually considering that, are you? It'll take forever to do that. And you're not a doctor."
"You have a better idea?" Micky asked. " We don't even know where the nearest doctor is. And, it would probably take forever to get there. By then, he could be infected, or worse. " He gestured toward the window. It had already begun snowing again, and it was already piling up, even though it had just started.
"Well, alright, it is our only choice. But on one condition. Davy, you help him," Peter said, reluctantly agreeing.
" Alright," I said. "What do you want me to do?"
Micky and I got right to work. Since Mike was really cut up, I went out to the cars and got the first-aid kits from them. We'd need as much bandages as we could. It was long and tedious. Micky wouldn't let me do much but hand him stuff, so I sat and leaned over and watched. After awhile my back began to hurt, but I didn't complain. After all, Mike was probably in a lot more pain, and he wasn't complaining.
You really have to give Mike credit for not complaining. He must have been in an excruciating amount of pain, but during the entire 'operation' he didn't do much more than wince. In fact, since he'd returned, he hadn't said anything.
Anyway, the operation continued. Micky would approach every small cut or piece in the same manner. First, he rubbed it with gently with antiseptic. Then, if there was glass in it he used the tweezers to gently remove it. Then he bandaged it. The whole entire process, from beginning to end, took about an hour. During the whole time Mike sat in absolute silence. Peter paced around the room. At first he sat nearby and watched Micky carefully, but this made Micky nervous, so he paced.
When the entire operation was complete, Mike looked across the room at Fiona. He immediately got a sad look on his face. Without saying a word, he went over to her. Micky and I had managed to bandage her a bit, but we hadn't put a lot of effort into it. We hadn't expected her to survive very long. Mike sat there with a depressed, sorrowful look on his face and held her hand. Then she did something that no one expected. She woke up. Mike looked at her in absolute astonishment. For the first time since he'd returned, Mike spoke:
"You're--you're alive?" he asked.
Fiona smiled. It was a genuine, happy smile, not what you'd expect to see from a person as injured as she was. She looked at Mike and I could tell she was somehow talking to him telepathically.
In my head at this point, I got an image in my head of a Fiona and a girl standing next to her. The girl standing next to her was a mirror image. I thought about it. I tried to shake the image, but it stayed with me. Then I saw that the girl next to her was very light, almost like a ghost. I thought about this.
"Fiona, you have a twin?" I blurted without thinking. She nodded. Mike turned to me.
"How did you do that?" he asked.
