02.05: Wolf

Danny Adeniran
Seeing there was something much worse to deal with than a book with a bullet in it’s spine Danny rushed over to help the girl. No one else had seen her transform, which was good, the downside was there was no one around.
Gunfire had that effect.
In all the months he had been here and with all the incidents where people had been hurt not once had he heard sirens. Ambulances wouldn’t come to an area like this and the cops didn’t care. So there was no point in calling 911 even if he had a cell phone.
He desperately tried to remember his first aid class from school, and all that came to mind was to keep pressure on the wound. She had a hand on the wound but it was big, he pulled off his puffer jacket and balling it up held it to the wound as he screamed for help.
Help came.
“Sam, do you have my phone tagged? Get the van over here ASAP. We have two gunshot victims.” There was a pause. “Well at least one GSW.” The man put his phone down on the floor and started examining the girl. “Where’s the nearest safe house Sam?”
“In the Village,” came the tinny response.
“Ok now I need you to lie still, help is on the way. Nothing closer?”
“If there was I would’a said so.”
He told Danny to keep up with the pressure and Danny felt the air around them go cold. The girl seemed to relax and go slack.
“What did you do?”
“Slowed her metabolism.”
“How can you do that?”
“Do you think we can save the questions for a less precipitate moment. I’m Bobby. What are you names?”
“I’m Danny, I don't know who she is, some guys were chasing her, shot her.”
A minivan pulled up in a spray of grit, mud and litter. A lanky blond guy got out and Danny got a first proper look at the man who had come to their aid. He looked a bit preppy.
“Get in,” the one called Bobby said.
“S’okay, you don't need me.”
“In answer to your question Danny, I slowed her metabolism the same way you stopped bullets. Get in the van.”