Mist Born

Chapter 18

Monica sat in Zellon's hospital room, her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. She was so terrified as to what happened to him. There were no signs of injury other than the blood that dripped from his ears, yet it was like he had been shot and was losing a ton of blood. After examinations the doctors discovered that a high frequency sound, up close, ruptured his ear drum and caused some internal bleeding from his heart when the sound waves from the high pitched noise, messed with the rhythm of his heart beat, and it also caused a part of his brain to bleed which explained the blood from his ears. Had he continued to listen to it, it would've killed him.

Thankfully with healing magic they were able to repair the damage to his heart, brain, and ears but if he were to come in contact with those sounds again, he may not be so lucky. When she heard the crash outside of their home, she had been so scared it was one of those things, until she looked out of the window and saw her mate in a heap on the ground. She had felt panic and terror at seeing him in such a state outside of their home. 

He got lucky he didn't damage his wings from his rough landing. He only received a few scrapes and gashes on his arms and legs. It was just a matter of time before he woke up. 

It was almost noon the next day when Zellon finally woke up. He could tell he wasn't injured but he still felt sore and stiff. Monica was then in his line of vision, ruby eyes filled with tears, "How do you feel?" 

"Sore," he said to her, his voice was hoarse. His throat felt like he had taken sand paper and rubbed it raw. She helped him sit up and drink some water, but it did little to help. She then went to inform a nurse he had woken up. 

Monica leaned in the doorway as the nurse checked his vitals and checked his ears. She pulled her phone out to call her dad. 

"How is he," Luca asked when he answered. "He's finally awake. They're checking his vitals and such now," she replied softly. "We'll give him a couple of days to rest and recover before we ask him questions," he told her. "Keep me informed on how he is doing." "I will," she said before he hung up. 

As the nurse left she informed them the doctor will be there soon. Monica went over to his bed and sat on the edge of it. She took his hand into hers, "I was so scared." He squeezed her hand, "I was too." The confession hit hard. 

Used too he was never scared if a job ended up killing him because then it meant he would be free from his title of Dog of the Halos. He was scared of dying this time. He ha a beautiful mate and his family back in his life. He couldn't die, not for a long time. 

Soon the doctor was in the room. "You're one lucky man Mr. Oro," the doctor informed them. "What happened," Zellon asked him. "A high pitched frequency disturbed your heart enough to cause you to bleed internally, while also destroying your eardrums and causing parts of your brain to bleed," the doctor informed him. "It's very rare to ever come across something that creates such a sound. Do you know what it is that you came across that could emmit such a sound?"

Zellon shook his head, lying since it was classified, "I was just out flying to stretch my wings and the next thing I know my ears hurt and I was having trouble staying airborne. I barely remember making it home." The last part was the truth. His whole flight he could barely remember.

The doctor nodded,"You should be fine enough to go home, but you do need to take it easy for a couple of days."

Monica nodded, "I'll ensure he does just that." The doctor spoke with them for another couple of minutes before he left. After signing the discharge papers Monica helped him dress.

"Not today mister," Monica told him when Zellon stretched his wings. "We're riding the rail car."

"I'm not riding in that moving coffin," he told her.

"What do you have against them," she asked him.

"They're always packed with people who don't know the meaning of personal space," he told her. She eyed his wings, and understood then. Touching his wings would make him feel things that he only wants his mate to make him feel.

She nodded, "Fine but you're flying by yourself. Fly straight home. I will make a quick stop to get us something to eat on the way home."

His jaw clenched then unclenched, "Fine."

She gave him a kiss before he took off. She sighed softly before she began to make her way to the station. Once in the Garden District she stopped to pick up his favorite stir fry before making her way home. She found him freshly showered wearing only a towel around his waist. She let her eyes run over him.

He has to take it easy, she scolded herself. She could ride him easy, the other side of her brain threw out.

"I see you internal debate," he said as he pulled his mate to him. "It's been a little bit since you've fed."

"I can go a little longer," she said to him. "I plan on going hard and heavy once you're no longer sore."

He tilted her head up at him, studying her, "Are you sure?"

She nodded, "I'm sure."

He continued to look at her for a couple of moments longer before nodding. "Let me dress then we'll eat," he said to her.

She nodded and got their food set up on the coffee table before getting them something to drink. It was a little early for wine but given recent events, she found it appropriate.

She poured them a glass and mixed her blood into his before taking the glasses out to the living room. He was wearing sweats and a t-shirt. She handed him a glass before sitting next to him and grabbing her food.

They ate in silence as they watched one of the drama shows she enjoyed. When they finished eating they put their dishes on the coffee table. She looked up at him and cupped his face. She ignored the stubble that pocked her palm, "I was so scared I was going to lose you." Her eyes watered as her lip quivered. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," he vowed to her. 

He then lowered his head to kiss her. The kiss was soft and slow. It was clear to Monica he didn't have the energy to muster up the ability to do more than that, and that was perfectly okay with her. What mattered to her was that he was alive and that he was home. 

She helped him up to their room and laid him down. She helped strip him of his clothing before she stripped off her own. She laid down with him. He tucked her close to him, his wing coming up and covering the both of them. She tucked her face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat and his breathing. It told her, he was alive and right there with her. She continued to listen to it until sleep took her conscious hostage, forcing her to get some rest.