Contingency~TW/TO~ Lahey

Chapter 27: The Queen

Nausea hits me like a wave at the overwhelming smell of blood. I haven't fed in days and the urge to do so is tearing me from the inside out. As much as I know I should feed, I don't want to give myself the satisfaction of feeling my strength at maximum capacity. I've proven to myself that I have enough to take on Kincaid, when Scott could hardly stand in front of him after a few blows. It's best I limit my strength and focus on Isaac gaining his.

I'm unsure if taking his pain helps replenish his power or not, but I hope it does. Even if it takes from my own. I would give all my strength up just to have him wake up.

While I was out for the night helping the McCall Pack, Isaac's healing process had peaked. He has healed enough for Melissa to decide on signing him off to be brought down to the second floor. The room he now occupies has bright lights and a clean atmosphere, unlike the other larger room that lacked those necessities. Thankfully when he awakes, he will not be in such a gloomy room. Especially one that I demolished. I don't want that to be the first thing he sees when he comes to. Because he eventually will wake up. I know it. He has to. He has healed. His body wouldn't do that if he wasn't going to wake up.

My phone dings, bringing my attention from Isaac to the screen that is now in my palm. I had made sure to grab it before leaving the apartment last night in case of any more incidents or unexpected plans that need my assistance.

The words 'My apartment. Urgent' flashes across my screen and I reluctantly stand from my familiar chair and press a kiss to Isaac's temple before exiting through the large wooden door.

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"Hey," Allison welcomes me when opening her apartment door. I look her over, taking in her thigh-length plaid button-up with dark tight jeans and her ebony brown hair that flows over her shoulders. She certainly took her time today to make herself presentable during an urgency. She's been spending too much time with Lydia.

"Hey," I respond with a slight smile.

She looks me over now. "How's Isaac?"

Her heels echo, stepping back from the door to allow me access to enter her home. I step inside, "He is healing. He just...he hasn't woken up."

She closes the entrance door behind me. "And how about you?"

"I'm fine."

"When's the last time you ate?" She asks with a pointed look.

"I said, I'm fine," I tell her sternly turning to face her again. When I came over, I wasn't expecting an interrogation. I simply came here to aid her in whatever I was summoned here to help her with.

"No," she corrects and crosses her arms. "What you are is sickly pale and haven't changed your clothes in days. When's the last time you ate?"

"You should consider yourself lucky that I fancy you, Allison," I tell her in a pointed tone as I take a step closer to her. "Anyone else would have their heart ripped from their chest and thrown to the other side of the room before finishing a sentence."

"Renee," she sighs, uncoiling her arms and throwing them slack to her slides. She glances around the room, contemplating her next words carefully. "If you don't want to answer, fine. But as your friend, I'm bringing you a blood bag."

Her heels click against the floor in the direction of the door I had just come through. Using my heightened speed, I reach the door before her and slam my hand on it to keep her from opening it, "No."