Chapter 4 Four

The tension between them crackled like crazy.

Adrien's grip on her arm wasn't rough, but it was firm-too firm for comfort, too charged to ignore. Elena's breath caught as she stared up at him, their faces inches apart.

"What do you want from me, Adrien?" she asked, voice low but steady.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in slowly, as if waiting for her to pull away. She didn't. Couldn't. Her body betrayed her, heart hammering against her ribs as his lips touched hers then he immediately retracted. "I'm waiting for your signal," he said.

She raised her mouth towards him half open and then he bent his head and he bent his head and sent his lips into her mouth. It was meant to be a fleeting kiss, but the instant their mouths met, something gave way.

Elena found herself pressing into him, caught in a magnetic pull neither of them could resist. His arms slid around her waist, her hands fisting the fabric of his coat. It was messy, desperate-a release of pent-up tension, frustration, and confusion.

For a moment, the hospital's secrets melted away. There was only the heat between them, the raw ache of something forbidden.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips grazing hers. "I don't know why it's you. But I can't seem to stay away."

Elena's voice was barely a whisper. "Then don't." She lifted her head up again as if asking for a kiss and then he leaned in and they sucked out the spit from each other's mouth. Swallowing the saliva like they were hungry for it. He caressed her breasts with his hand and struggled to speak while she was moaning, she said.. " I actually wish they were bigger than this so you could feel them so well." As he continued with the kisses she could feel his hard dick that was so close to her and she sent in her hand to romance his dick.

"You make me doubt my ability to hold myself." He said in-between the kisses. "Harder baby girl, use more force."

She suddenly stopped realizing her breast ware had already been taken out and was lying on the floor . She quickly picked it up and put it back on.

"What are you doing Elena? It's so hard."

"Not my business." She responded as she fixed her hair and headed towards the stairs. Adrien didn't stop her.

"Code Blue. Trauma incoming. Emergency Room."

Minutes later, they burst through the ER doors, coats flaring as nurses and trauma staff prepared for incoming casualties. A paramedic shouted above the chaos:

"Severe collision. One male. Mid-twenties. Internal bleeding. Massive head trauma. GCS score of five. He's barely hanging on."

The gurney wheeled in fast, and Elena's gut twisted at the sight.

Blood streaked his face, his body limp, chest rising only faintly under the pressure bag. A jagged piece of metal was embedded near his lower abdomen. It was a miracle he wasn't already dead.

Adrien and Elena snapped into motion without a word-automatic, synchronized. Years of practice had refined their movements to instinct. Elena checked the vitals while Adrien barked orders.

"Type and crossmatch. Prep OR three. I need a CT, stat!"

"BP's crashing!" a nurse called out.

"Start fluids," Elena replied, fingers pressing down on his wrist, searching for a pulse. "And push two of epi. Let's move!"

The surgery was long-nearly six grueling hours. Elena worked like a machine, her hands steady even when sweat trickled down her back. Adrien assisted seamlessly, never missing a beat.

They had to remove part of his spleen, stop internal hemorrhaging, and relieve pressure on his brain. At one point, the monitor flatlined, and the room turned to ice.

But Adrien shocked him back, one hand pressing the paddles while Elena's voice shouted for another round. It was brutal. Intense.

And somehow, he survived.

In the quiet aftermath, they stood in the scrub room, both too exhausted to speak. Elena leaned against the wall, peeling off her gloves. Her face was pale under the fluorescent light, eyes glassy from adrenaline and fatigue.

Adrien broke the silence first. "He should've died in that OR."

Elena nodded slowly. "He had a ten percent survival chance. I still don't understand how he pulled through. No normal human bounces back from that kind of trauma."

Adrien said nothing. Just stared at the floor, jaw tense.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" she asked, voice quieter now, more probing.

"I don't know," he said honestly. "But there's something about him... I felt it when I touched him. His body responded too fast to the shocks. His heart was strong-stronger than it should've been."

Elena folded her arms. Could it be she thought to herself. A werewolf out in this world.

Over the next two days, his condition improved at a shocking rate. His wounds began healing rapidly, tissue regeneration far beyond what Elena had ever seen.

By the third day, he was sitting up, alert, asking for water.

"How are you feeling?" Elena asked during her rounds.

He rolled his eyes, weak but warm. "Like I got hit by a truck. Which... apparently, I did."

His tone was too casual. Too... rehearsed.

"You remember anything from the accident?" she asked gently.

He blinked. "No. Just the headlights. Then nothing."

She watched him carefully, noting the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes flicked to the machines monitoring him.

"What is your name?" She asked

"Leo."he replied

"Just Leo?."

"Yes! Just Leo like I said." He replied

She observed him carefully and went to the door and closed.

"What are you really.?" She asked.

"Whatever you think I am." He replied as he turned his back and laid down.

Adrien joined them mid-conversation, clipboard in hand. "We ran your labs again. Everything looks... good. Too good, actually."

Leo's brow furrowed. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No," Elena said, keeping her voice calm. "But it's uncommon. Your body's healing faster than we expected. Just something we want to keep an eye on."

Leo nodded slowly, eyes darting between them. "Am I... being watched?"

That caught her off guard. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. Just a feeling," he replied. But the way he avoided her gaze made something in Elena's gut tighten.

Later that evening, Adrien reviewed Leo's scans for the third time. Elena sat beside him, scrolling through the latest lab reports.

"Look at this," he murmured, pointing at the screen. "See the tissue regrowth along the splenic margin? That's not just fast healing. It's like... the damage was never there."

Adrien leaned in, eyes narrowing. "This doesn't feel natural. Could be gene therapy. Or something experimental."

"Or it's just possible," Elena added grimly.

Adrien looked at her. "You don't seem surprised."

"Because it happens." She responded walking out of the room.

But that night, Elena decided to return to her pack after a while to find answers on Leo.