Forced To Love You

Free To Go

I'm sorry to anyone who hates feet. They won't be mentioned in this chapter so you only have to suffer with the image above. Again, I'm sorry.

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From what Felix told Christian, if the bite worked, I would wake up and be healed and healthy and somewhat normal again. If it didn't work, I would just... die. Even in the unconscious state I was in, there was still a chance I might die.

I knew Christian had some hope that I would wake up. He wouldn't have kept talking to me if he didn't think I would wake up. If he didn't know I was in there somewhere. But he had his doubts. There was no guarantee that I would wake up and that the bite would take. Even as an Alpha, there was no promise that he could bring me back. It was all up to the goddess.

Felix came to check on Christian every so often. He would check to make sure that I was still breathing and my heart was still going before turning his attention to his son. But Christian struggled to respond back with more than a nod or shake of his head. He couldn't look away for more than a second. His fear of losing me, of losing his mate, took all of his attention.

As I slowly started to regain consciousness, I could feel a new tingling sensation under Christian's fingertips. Wherever they touched skin, I felt something similar to a static shock. It wasn't painful but rather... exciting, in a way. I could feel Christian sitting beside me without having to see him. My body could sense that he was there as if I had gained a new sense within myself.

The thought alone was so weird.

I could feel the tubes along my arm and the IV embedded in my skin. I could almost feel every inch of the oxygen tube that snaked across my cheeks and down the sides of my neck. The sound of the machine to my right was loud in my ear as if it were being played through an earbud. I could hear a nurse in the hallway as they walked, their shoes moving on the tile floor.

It was all so overwhelming.

I reached over my body and wrapped my fingers around the IV tube that was taped to my arm. Before I could even try to rip it out, a hand stopped me.

Christian put a hand on each of my arms and forced my fingers to let go of the IV. He slowly eased me back and didn't let go until he was sure I wouldn't try to rip the IV out again.

"Easy, Blair. Just relax. You're okay." His voice came from just a foot or two away. I could feel his breath. I could smell his cologne. It was a sweeter smell than what I remembered Everett using. That thought alone helped me calm down ever so slightly.

But there was something about his voice that... made my fear melt away. It forced me to listen to him and trust that he was telling me the truth. That I would be okay.

He relaxed and moved away from me. As he retreated from his position, a soft whimper escaped my lips.

Not being in control of my current situation left me filled with anxiety. I didn't like not knowing what was happing or what was going on. It reminded me too much of my abrupt kidnapping by Everett.

I struggled to force my body to cooperate with me. I was ready to wake up but it felt like my body was sluggish to do what I wanted it to.

Several minutes passed before I was able to force my eyes open. I was so relaxed and peaceful in the unconscious state I had been in. I didn't want to wake up.

There was a sheet covering my body. Someone had dressed me in a hospital gown, probably to get me out of my blood-stained clothing and into something cleaner. Just as I suspected, there were several tubes attached to my arm in various places. The sight made my stomach turn just a little.