As he stepped through the door, the doctor offered a faint smile and introduced himself.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Brown, and I'm in charge of your case, Trevor."
Trevor looked at him for a few seconds before answering.
"Hello… uh… how long was I unconscious? And what happened to my mother?"
Instantly, the doctor's expression grew more serious. His voice softened.
"You've been unconscious for two days, Trevor. We believe that due to the stress and the shock from the fire, your body entered a coma-like state as a defensive response."
He paused briefly before continuing, his face still heavy with concern.
"Unfortunately, Trevor… there was a fire at your house. You are the only survivor."
Those words struck directly at the eleven-year-old boy that Trevor now was.
Even so, he did his best to remain calm.
"Oh… I don't even know what to say…"
The doctor sighed.
"I know this must be very difficult for you right now, Trevor. But don't worry. We've already contacted a relative of yours. He should be arriving soon."
Relative.
That word caught Trevor by surprise.
In his memories, he couldn't recall anyone else in the family. It had always been just him and his mother.
Still, he said nothing.
He decided to wait and see who this supposed relative would be.
The doctor continued.
"Oh, and the police would also like to speak with you, Trevor. They have a few questions, but only if you're feeling well enough."
"Of course… I just need to wash my face and—"
Suddenly, a loud growl echoed through the room.
Trevor placed both hands over his stomach, clearly embarrassed by the noise it had just made.
"Maybe… a little food wouldn't hurt."
The doctor let out a small chuckle at the situation.
"Of course, of course. I'll have them bring you something."
After that, the doctor asked a few more routine questions before leaving the room to continue his rounds through the hospital.
Trevor was alone again.
He slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
When he looked into the mirror, he was a little surprised.
"Wow… I definitely won't have any problems with my looks in the future."
In the reflection, he saw a boy with short dark-brown hair and deep blue eyes.
He spent a few seconds studying his own face.
Then he washed his face and returned to the room.
He arrived just in time to see the same nurse from earlier entering with a tray of food.
Even though hospital food was far from the most appetizing meal in the world, Trevor didn't seem to care.
He began eating without hesitation.
For someone that hungry, any food felt like a feast.
After finishing his meal, he agreed to speak with the police.
They didn't take long to arrive.
Two men entered the room.
The first was short, with closely cut hair and a thinning spot on the top of his head.
The second was a bit heavier and wore a thick mustache.
The shorter officer stepped forward.
"Ahem… hello there. How are you feeling? We have a few questions for you, Trevor."
Trevor nodded.
"Hello. I'm fine, officer. You can ask."
The man pulled out a small notebook.
"Well… what do you remember about the night of January second?"
Trevor thought quickly.
He needed to come up with something.
He couldn't say that his mother had been attacked by werewolves. If he did, they would certainly think he was insane.
So he said the first plausible thing that came to mind.
"I remember waking up in the middle of the night… and seeing the house on fire."
He lowered his gaze slightly.
"And my mother was on the floor… trapped under a wooden beam that had fallen."
He took a deep breath before continuing.
"I couldn't do anything… and she told me to run as far away as I could."
The officer's expression grew heavier.
"I'm sorry for making you remember that… but we need to finish our investigation."
"It's alright, officer."
Trevor replied, clearly affected.
But this time he didn't cry.
He wouldn't lose control again.
The officer closed his notebook.
"Well… I think that's enough for now."
He slipped the notebook back into his pocket.
"Your relative has already contacted us. He'll probably be here in a few hours."
Trevor looked up.
"Sorry… but who exactly is coming?"
The officer answered.
"Your grandfather."
He paused briefly before finishing.
"Lucius Belmont."
Trevor blinked in surprise.
"Oh… thank you, officer."