It all happened so fast that my brain didn't even have the chance to process it all, one minute I'm stumbling down the street to my dorm from a frat party, the next I'm being rushed to the E.R. suffering from extreme blood loss, a gaping wound on my shoulder and deep lacerations all along my arms and back. At least that's what I remember a nurse shouting as I flickered in and out of consciousness.

I couldn't focus; there was an intense burning sensation emanating from my shoulder that made sure of that. It was like magma had been poured on my shoulder and was slowly burning its way through my body...but dog bites weren't supposed to hurt this much, were they?

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"...credibly deep bite marks on his left shoulder...ratches along his back and arms..."

"...a miracle he survived...2 inches to the right and his carotid artery would've been severed..."

"...quite lucky she was...rescue him and call paramed..."

"...rate...he is healing...impossible...complete recovery...small amount of scarring..." I woke up with a splitting headache, not fully aware of my surroundings, but incredibly aware of the fact that there was something in my throat...I didn't like it.

The doctor(I assumed) upon realising I was awake, came up to me and shined a light in my eyes, it was uncomfortably bright, but I didn't have the strength to flinch away, then he asked me to follow his finger as he moved it left then right, up then down and when I did, to squeeze his hand if I could feel it. Then, after checking that my airways were clear and there was nothing affecting my lung function, he took the annoying tubes out of my throat.

Finally a glass was gently pressed to my lips and I was allowed to sip the water offered to me, and I knew then that I'd never appreciated water as much as I had at that moment, though when I opened my mouth to speak, the doctor interrupted me by saying,

"Try not to speak just yet Mr. Andrews, because your throat could be swollen, just sip the water for now" I acquiesced with a weak nod and finished half the glass. The doctor then checked my throat for aforementioned swelling, before assuring that everything was in order.

"Mr. Andrews my name is Dr. Johnson, do you know where you are?" I looked at the doctor for the first time, he was a tall individual, mid 40s maybe, though the grey hair on his head made him seem older, he was wearing a reassuring smile on his face as he stood beside my bed in blue scrubs and a lab coat.

I snorted a little inside, he pulled off the 'Typical Doctor' look perfectly. Outwardly though, I nodded, "A hospital" my voice was quiet and slightly strained, it made me wonder how long I was 'asleep'.

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He nodded at me and gave a clipboard( that I hadn't noticed he was holding) a once over, "That's right, and do you know why you're here?" at this I stiffened slightly, the action causing my left shoulder to ache, then I remembered, the yellow eyes, the teeth...the blood.

"A-a dog...it attacked me"

Doctor Johnson nodded again, "It bit into your left shoulder, ripping your subclavian artery, you're very lucky someone got to you in time, and managed to scare it off, or you might not have been laying here right now. You'll be staying here for a couple weeks at least, though it's not as long as you would stay normally."

At that I looked at him quizzically, "What do you mean by that doc?"

"Well normally a patient with an injury like yours would stay here in the hospital for upwards of 2 months for recovery and rehabilitation, but the rate with which you're healing is phenomenal, almost impossible, and so you'll be out of here in a month at most. For now you'll just need to rest and stay hydrated, also your head might feel a little fuzzy, and your limbs heavy, but that is only the anesthesia wearing off, nothing to worry about. Now I have another patient to look after so I will leave you here with your father, and I will have a nurse check on you in about an hour or so, press that button if you require assistance." And with that he left, the nurse(whom I hadn't noticed) leaving with him after refilling the glass on the bedside table.

As they left I turned to my dad, who was observing me from his place beside the door. At 6'2", Thomas Andrews wasn't very imposing, but he was a man whose presence and aura made it so that he was impossible to ignore. He had shoulder length Black hair with flecks of grey, slicked back in a style most businessmen seemed to use, bright blue eyes, highcheek bones, a firm jaw and a chiselled chin. All in all my dad was a man that made women of all ages turn their heads. He was dressed in a simple black suit, with a white shirt and red tie combo, his jacket though, was hung over the chair beside him, he was never fond of jackets.

Finally, after a few seconds just observing me, he walked over to my bed and placed a large hand on my shoulder, the good one of course, "How are you my son?" his voice, a soft baritone washed over me and I wondered just how long it'd been since we last spoke.

"I've been better" I mumbled, quirking my lip into a crooked smile as he laughed slightly,

"I'm sure you have, your mother is flying in tomorrow to see you, she would've been here sooner but...you know" I nod and pat his arm slightly

"It's fine dad, at least she'll be here, how long was I out?"

"Two days, the attack happened Friday evening, it's Monday"

"Two days?" I whispered in shock, two whole days, I'd been asleep for two whole days. I bit my lip slightly, "did they catch it at least?"

My dad shook his head and frowned "You'd think that after two days of searching there'd be a lead of some kind," shaking his head again he leaned against my bed, "There's speculation that it wasn't even a dog, there aren't many breeds of dogs that can leave a wound that size,"

At that I frowned slightly, "No it was definitely a dog, a really, really big dog, it was at least chest height, and it was really heavy,"

My dad looked at me for a bit before sitting beside me on the bed and placing his hand on my shoulder again,

"Tell me what happened".

A/N: Umm I'm really sorry for any errors you may find and if you do find them, please tell me. I'll do my best to cut back on the number of errors, but something always slips through. I hope you enjoy it, thank you for reading