Forever His

Chapter Twelve

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Things were different. Nathaniel's house had become a somber place. The grief was still in the air. It had been almost two months. We all felt the loss of Seal. Nathaniel had lost his beta, his confidant. Rex had lost his best friend that he had had since the two could walk. And Gracie, the poor soul had lost the love of her life.

Alyson had been a storm of hormones and had insisted that Gracie stay with us as long as she needed to. Jeremy had told me that Alyson was just looking for the comfort of her alpha's mate. Alyson being Alyson she immediately took Gracie under our roof.

But not only was Seal missing, but another part of our family as well: Lex.

She had ended up in the hospital in an emergency surgery. By the few words we had gotten from Malcolm in various short phone calls the result of the surgery was from Lex taking a bullet that was meant for Malcolm. And now she was in a coma. My best friend was in a permanent sleep and no one could help her. She was all on her own for waking up.

What made this time suck was the fact that we had finals in a week and trying to cope with the way our lives were now was made it difficult to concentrate. The only thing getting me through this was the fact that winter break was almost in our grasps.

But I still found it hard to concentrate.

"Damn it!" I pushed my English Lit notes off my lap. I had been splitting my time between school, the res, and sitting with Lex, and it was all catching up to me.

"Hey now. None of that."

I ignored Jeremy as he sat beside me on his couch.

"Not right now kay?" I twisted my hair in a bun, frustrated. Jeremy set my notes back down on my lap. I was in no mood to deal with any kind of snarkiness.

"I can feel your frustration."

I snorted. "Good for you."

"Malcolm called."

"Yeah, and?" I said distracted.

Jeremy sighed. "There's been no change."

I looked up from my notes. Jeremy's hair had grown so long he needed a hair cut desperately. His eyes looked red and sad. "I could have told you that." I knew who he was referring to.

Jeremy rose from the couch. "Alright I'll just leave if you're going to be like that." He left the room and went down the hall to his bedroom.

"Jer! Wait I didn't mean... I... it... you know what? Done. I'm done." Frustrated I threw my note off my once again and made my way out of the apartment. I took the stairs down though the store and out to Nathaniel's truck. I got in, slamming the door and started the car up with a jerk of my wrist.

I was only trying to clear my head. And I knew that Jeremy wasn't really mad at me. He was just as frustrated and guilt ridden as I was. We were just trying to find our way through this rough patch. And we weren't the only ones dealing with grief. In fact I think we had minuscule sized problems compared to everyone else in our family.

The further I got to the hospital the more that I wanted to turn around and apologize. But I knew that would have to wait.

I had to cover my nose entering the hospital. The smell of anesthetic and cleaning equipment was too strong and I was almost gagging.

I hadn't seen her in the time that she'd been here. I couldn't physically make myself go. The thought of seeing her hurt killed me and ripped me apart so much. My sister had been making regular trips and she tried to get me to go once. It didn't end so swell.