Blood Princess

Chapter 18-Russia

Izebel POV:

A week later and I'm finally being released. Elsah on the other hand isn't so lucky.

"Morning, Iz." My brothers chorus as all of them flood my room.

I try to sit up to go, but Noah gently grabs my shoulder. "The doctor still has to release you."

"It's not like I'm going to run." I mumble, laying defeated in the stupidly tiny hospital bed. "I want to see Elsah before I leave."

"I can take her." Ivan pipes up, almost too eagerly. I hold on a smirk. He just wants to see Vivi.

"Elsah will be getting out tomorrow. We can invite them over for dinner." Blake says. I roll my eyes.

"No that's weird. Can I just see her? God, it's not like I'm going to die or something. It's a hospital." I groan.

"You have a history of running." Ace mutters.

"I'm crippled. I can't get very far." I mumble, leaning my head against the back of my bed.

"When the doctor releases you Ivan can take you. For five minutes." Noah says. "And then we're going home. I'm tired of this place."

I sigh relieved as the doctor comes in. "Izebel!" He smiles. "I'm going to miss seeing you everyday."

"Well I'm not going to miss you." I say bluntly. "Or this hospital. If that makes you feel any better." Blake shoots me a warning glance, but the doctor's smile is still glued onto his ugly face.

"So Izebel, you're required to leave with a wheelchair, but we've supplied you with crutches that you can use when you're ready."

"I'm ready." I snap. Blake groans. "Izebel, please just listen to him." He sighs. I roll my eyes, but don't say anything else.

A million years later and the doctor finished his incredibly worthless speech.

Then we can finally leave.

For some reason my brothers insist on taking me out in a wheelchair even though I'm one hundred percent sure I can walk with crutches.

"You're riding with me." Noah says steering me towards his sports car. "Everyone else will meet us at home."

I nod, it's not like I have much of a choice.

He helps me into his car and then he gets into the driver's seat, immediately pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

"How are you feeling?" He asks softly.

"Happy to be out of that hell hole." I expect him to snap at me for my language but instead he chuckles.

"Yeah. It was pretty...bright." He smirks. Then his smile disappears. "Iz, I know you don't want to talk about...them." My body stiffens.

"And I hate that I have to ask you this." I take a deep breath. I already know the question.

"He didn't." I whisper. "He didn't rape me." Noah lets out a relieved sigh. I bite my tongue. That doesn't mean he didn't try.

All of a sudden I hear a gunshot. Panic spreads across Noah's face as he veers the car to a side street.

"What the hell is going on?" I shriek.

"We're being attacked." He says, increases his speed.

"Yeah no shit." I mumble, clutching onto the side of the car. I look in the rear view mirror and see three big black SUVS following us.

A rose is imprinted onto each of them.

"That's the French." Noah says worriedly. "The ones who shot you."