My Say

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My teeth are fuzzy, that haven't brushed in days, fuzzy. I would say I knew that because of my tongue but sadly no, it's so dry it hurts. I'm gonna kill Nan. Laying as still as possible as not to jussel my head, I'm never drinking that again, just as soon as I remember what that, is.

What is that smell? Nick and Mark better not have had another bleach vs ammonia fight. When I get my hands on them.

PAIN!!!! Oh my ever living... I hate being a female!!! CRAMPS!!!! Wait, full body cramps? What the hell did we do last night?

"How long has she been here?" How can a voice be rough and smooth at the same time? It feels like a soft cuddle blanket being drug across my skin, yet it also makes my bones melt and quiver. Delicious, wait, what?

"She and a male", a low hostile growl, sent shivers down my spine. "Were found on the banks during the height of the melt, from the look of them they'd been swept away in a mudslide." A man says, "She wouldn't leave him". This growl surrounds and penetrates my body causing me to arch and groan.

"She shouldn't be awake yet." A cool hand touches my arm, moving what feels like an IV. "Relax, you are safe here." I like this calm soothing man and his voice. The growls fade behind a slamming door. Who were the two men who spoke and who was growling?

I want to ask about Nick, I need to know, is he alive? "Nick", the word is so soft I'm not even sure it was spoken. Again I arch and groan at the hostility of a growl. "Noooooo", something in me moves. My skin ripples and it feels as though something is running under my skin.

"You need to leave, she's not ready for this", as if someone has turned off the volume the sound ceases. A feeling of loneliness and wanting is left, neither are understood.

What is wrong with me? I try and piece together what's going on, sugar, sugar, sugar. Right! The supply train was coming in and we needed sugar. Damn my head is pounding, what happened? Nick, we needed to get all the sugar we could. Why does it feel like Craig pounded me into paste? Mud? Mud? OH SHIT!!!! If there had been any moisture in my mouth or throat "NICK!", would have been a scream. Instead it was a bare whimper, but someone heard it.

"There you are", the woman's voice was too happy and chipper. "Oh you poor dear", I could feel her moving about. "Here you are, sip slowly. That's right. Slowly. Now that feels better, doesn't it." I lay there exhausted, how can sipping water make me feel as though I ran a full workout with all the guys then scouted the mountain on no sleep? "You need to rest and heal." The woman went back to fussing about the room. "We're all looking forward to your induction ceremony, Luna. It'll be the party of the century, when I heard I went straight out to get my dress, the dressmaker was already swamped but she's my aunt by mating so she had put me some dresses aside. I found the perfect one. My mate says it matches my eyes, he's such a romantic." She burbled on as I went back to my peaceful place.

"Eyes", why couldn't I see?

"Don't try to open your eyes, they've been covered. Your wolf kept trying to peek out. It was the easiest way to let the both of you sleep."

"What"? My mind begins to race. Wolf? What wolf? Then a scene pops into my head, "No, but if he is turned he'll be fine". Something brushes up against my consciousness. Reaching out I find her, she is beautiful, grey with black highlights and a white under. She was born to stalk the shadows. Sending me calming feelings, letting me know that I am not alone, we are a team. Curling around me, I can feel her warmth and love. For the first time in years I no longer feel alone. Grabbing onto that feeling I return to my peaceful place.

The door opens, a man has entered. The woman speaks quietly telling him about what has happened. Even though they are quiet and on the far side of the room, I can hear them as if they are right beside the bed speaking in a normal conversation tone. "Do you always ignore the patient doc?" I croak out, it's not me but a 65 year old, 3 pack a day trucker. The wolf in my head cuffs at me, she's laughing.