MINE

~19~

I open the door to my office and jester for everyone. "Everyone, please take a seat." I close the door after Jeremy and walk to my desk to sit behind it on that awful hard waiting area chair, just to stop in my tracks. There, right in front of me, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in the last few hours. A chair. A beautiful brown office chair, with a big red bow on top. Soft brown leather. The one I wanted, but had to wait for six months, because it was out of stock. The deluxe. Wait. Is that? No. It can't be. This is the ultra deluxe! The one that massages and has the hidden cup holder! My eyes begin to water. How? I turn around and see Jeremy give the alpha a nudge with his elbow. A huge grin on his face.
"Thank you..."
"I want answers Doc! NOW!" Celia brings me back to the point.
"Um, yes...." I clear my throat, taking the beautiful bow of and sit down on the amazing brown leather chair. HEAVEN!
"The patient..."
"Cooper." Celia provides.
"Are you sure?"
"YES! I think I know my own bleeping god child!"
"Sorry. I just wanted to make sure. With her face so swollen, it can be quite a bit of a difficulty to identify a person. How, may I ask, did you identify her?"
"That is none of your business!"

"Celia, he has a point. Just about 90% of her body is wrapped up." Philippa says with her hand on Celia's shoulder. She shrug her hand off and give Philippa a glare. She turns her head and that same glare that she gave me all those years ago, is back on me. A shiver goes down my spine.
"On her hand. There's a birth mark that looks like a moon crescent." she mumbled, but all of us could hear.
Liam looks up and nods his head. He must have been mind linked one of the warriors that had been in the room with her.
"Okay. Now we need to talk about the next stage of her treatment. So, now that she is stable and we know.... "
"No. She's moving to the city hospital. You said she is stable. Do what you need to do and make it happen. I will be waiting in her room." Celia stands up from her chair and takes two steps before I could talk.
"I am terribly sorry, my dear. But that is not going to happen."
"And why is that, may I ask?" Celia takes a step closer to my desk. I feel like she is boring a hole in my head with the glare that she is giving me.
"There is more than one thing that you should know." Liam steps forward to look her in the eye. "The wolf that attracted her, had the maker gene."
"That is why I think she survived the attack and the fact that she has not rejected the blood transfusion." I stand up when I see Celia gets more paler by the minute.
"No!" she murmurs before she collapse into the chair she sat on earlier, that Liam skillfully moved in under her before she could land on the floor.
"Tell me," she whispers, with tears streaming down her face, "she did not die. Not for one second. Tell me her heart did not stop. Tell me," she swallowed what seems to be a very big lump in her throat. "tell me that nothing like that had happened."