*******Namjoon's POV*******

I realized too late that the man in front of me was going to faint. I tried to catch him, but didn't move fast enough. I was able to stop his head from slamming into the chair, though. Now I was sitting on the ground with his head in my lap, and he was still out cold.

I shook his shoulder lightly. "Hey, are you okay?" I shook it again. "Wake up!" I looked around, and there was nobody else in sight that I could call to help me. "Hey, come on. Wake up, please. I don't know what to do."

Mate.

'No.'

Yes. Mate. I think.

'What do you mean 'I think?' Don't you know how to tell if this is our mate or not?'

Mate...hidden. Quiet. Something wrong.

'Once again, I am going to ask for you to speak in full sentences, Osian.'

You're a dick. There. How's that complete sentence? Now please wake up our mates and make sure that they're okay.

'I'm trying! I don't know what to do.'

Kiss him.

'No! Absolutely not! I keep trying to tell you, I do not like men.'

You will like this one. Kiss him. Like a princess in a movie.

'You're ridiculous.'

I sighed and leaned down, kissing the stranger on the forehead.

That is not what I meant, and you know it.

'I am not kissing this man, that I do not know, on the mouth! Even if it was a woman, I wouldn't. Without permission? Really? Consent is a thing, Osian.'

Namjoon, I am telling you, these are our mates. You do not need consent. Just kiss him.

'Consent is always needed. I will not be that person. He will wake up and we will wait until he does.'

I hate you sometimes.

I sighed and looked back down at the man whose head was in my lap. He had curly, dark blond hair. His skin was pale. Not pale like Yoongi's, but pale even for a Caucasian person. I don't think he gets out in the sun very often. Which, if he's the doctor, though I'm not sure he is, since he didn't get a chance to answer me, but if he is, I take it he stays in his office a lot. I guess that's pretty normal. But still....the man needs some sun.

As I stared at his face, I did notice that he was what most people would call handsome. Most people not being me, since I'm straight. But I could see it.

His eyes started to move and then he blinked a few times. Once he was finally able to focus on me, I saw that he had the greenest emerald eyes that I had ever seen. I didn't even know that people could have eyes that color.

"I...I'm so sorry," he said, sitting up and rubbing at his temples with his fingers. "I don't know what just happened."

"What happened is that you took one look at me and fainted," I told him, pulling my legs a little closer to my body. "You've been out for a good five or ten minutes."

Mate.

'Stop it.'

But...MATE!

'I get it! Shut up!'

The man stared at me for a moment, then he started to get up. I stood up first and offered him my hand. When he refused to take it, I let it fall back down to my side.

"Why are you here?" He asked me as he leaned down to brush the dirt off his Army-issued pants.

"I...Got hurt," I mumbled. I held out my arm to show him the cut just below my elbow, that blood was still trickling out of. "They sent me here, because none of the other doctors have their tents set up, yet."

"Got hurt doing something stupid, I would imagine," He said with a huff, as he went over to start collecting what he would need to fix up my arm.

"Uhhh...I guess," I told him as I sat down on the cot he gestured to. "With the games starting tomorrow, I wanted to practice some quick drills that I'm usually slow on. I was trying to reload a gun and somehow got the clip caught on my arm and decided that trying to force it in anyway was a good idea. Why, I do not know. But here we are."

He stared at me for a moment like I'd lost my mind. "Why....would you try to load a clip with your elbow?"

I shrugged at him. "Because every time I try it with just my hands, I fumble it, and I was trying to find an easier way for me to do it. I tend to break things a lot, so I didn't want to keep doing it in a way that would break it or cause it to backfire in my face or something."

"And instead you cut your arm so deep that I can see the muscle," he said with a laugh. "Very smooth."

I looked down at my arm. "You can?" I shrugged again. "I didn't even notice."

"Well at least you didn't hurt it showing off like my fellow countrymen keep doing," he said, as he rolled a chair over to sit in front of me, then pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. "And you seem to handle pain well."

"I kind of half to, being me," I told him as I held my arm out for him to look at. The fingers of one of his hands wrapped lightly around my wrist as he used the other to lightly press on the wound. "I umm...get hurt often. My friends call me the God of Destruction."

Well...ARMY calls me that. But they're still my friends.

"You're going to need stitches," he told me as he got up and went to collect what he would need to sew my arm back up. "And might I suggest not trying to load a clip with your arm next time?"

"I know, I know," I said as he used a needle to draw some medicine out of a vial. "But I can't seem to get it the normal way. I've tried. A lot. My hands don't want to work that way."

"This is to numb your arm so that you won't feel the stitches," He said as he slowly inserted the needle into the skin next to the cut. "Surely somebody could help you with your clip loading problem."

"I uhhh..." I watched as he pulled the needle back out, then grabbed what he needed next. "I haven't really told anybody about it. It's embarrassing."

"You told me easy enough."

"I don't know you," I told him. "I may never see you again. So it's less embarrassing than admitting that I joined the military band, with an instrument that I couldn't really play four months ago, just so that nobody would notice how terrible I am at stuff like that."

He pulled his hands back, just as he was about to start the stitches, so that he could laugh. "You did not."

"Oh, I did," I told him as I blushed a little. "And so far, it's worked. But we're expected to participate in the games, and not just play like a college football game in the US, so I needed some extra practice."

"Well," he said as he leaned forward and finally started the stitches. "If you don't mind seeing me again after admitting that, then I could probably help you."

Yes.

"Leave me alone for a few minutes, would you? Let me talk to him while you try to figure out if these are our mates or not. Which I'm still not convinced off, since, again, he's a man."

I am already convinced. These are our mates. I assure you. Stop fighting the fact that he's a man so hard.

"How could you help?" I asked him. "You're a doctor."

"A doctor, yes," he said, finishing the first stitch. "Also a trained combat medic. And I'm also trained to fight if it comes to it. I don't want to be in the middle of a battle, but I could hold my own if need be. The US Army makes sure of that. And I can probably show you a different way to handle your gun, since I've learned about seven different ways to do so."

"I...Really?" I asked him in surprise, looking at his face as he was concentrating on my arm. "Are you sure that you don't mind?"

"I don't mind," he said, finishing another stitch. "As long as you don't accidentally shoot me."

"I can't make any guarantees," I told him with a chuckle. "But I'll try my best."

He laughed with me as he finished the last stitch, then started to clean around it and taped a piece of gauze to my arm.

"All done," He told me as he sat back and looked at me. "Normally, I would tell you that it will take several weeks for it to heal properly, but being a werewolf, it should only take you a day or two."

I opened my eyes wide and dropped my jaw. "How did you...?"

Because he's one, too, you halfwit.

I chose to ignore Osian.

"I am a werewolf, too," he told me. He stood up and started cleaning up the stuff he used to fix my arm. "Sort of."

"What does that mean?" I asked him, watching his every move. "Sort of?"

"It means that yes, I am a werewolf," he said as he picked up a tablet and started doing something on it. "But that part of me is locked up tight in a cage that I will never let him out of."

I heard a loud howl in my head. So loud that I had to sit back down for a moment.

My wolf was in pain. 

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A/N: I laughed when I wrote this. I could seriously see Namjoon injuring himself this way. It's just part of what makes him so loveable. -------Kat