Rendered

Chapter 14

Kenny's POV

As I approached the room where Tony was located, I took the opportunity to explore the entire house. It impressed me how well-organized it was, with clear divisions serving various purposes. The kitchen was stocked with enough food to sustain everyone for a whole month, providing a sense of security in uncertain times. Moving forward, I entered a spacious open room with multiple beds, designed to accommodate the sleeping arrangements for everyone. Opposite to this room, I found the showers and toilets, ensuring basic amenities were covered efficiently. Continuing my journey through the house, I discovered a cozy sitting room, which seemed to double up as an additional sleeping area. There was also a security camera room, enhancing the safety measures taken in the safe house. The presence of a medicine supply room was reassuring, knowing that any medical needs could be met promptly. And then, the clinic area became evident, where those injured were being cared for, offering a sense of comfort in knowing that help was readily available for any emergencies, even with less staff but there were plenty people helping. Lastly, I noticed that the meeting room was placed outside, deliberately detached from the main safe house. This clever decision ensured that any discussions or planning sessions wouldn't compromise the security of the hidden safe house.

I walked into the clinic and quietly entered the small private room where Alpha Tony was lying. His complexion was pale, and exhaustion was evident in his features. A drip was hanging over his bed, indicating he was receiving necessary fluids. As I looked at him, memories flashed through my mind – not long ago, I had been in a similar situation.

Tony's sister, Tiny, was by his side, holding his hand with concern etched on her face. Sensing my presence, she stood up and closed the door behind me, creating a private space for our conversation. She handed me a razor, and with a hint of desperation in her eyes, she instructed me to cut my thumb and allow my blood to drop onto the site of Tony's injury, and even to have him drink a bit of my blood. I couldn't help but think that this approach seemed like pure madness. "I understand how much you care for your brother," I began gently, "and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help him heal. But the method you're suggesting... it's just too extreme for me. I believe there might be other ways to aid his recovery." Tiny looked disappointed but realized I wasn't going to comply with her request. "Alright, I will do it, but I'll try something less extreme," I said. With that, I left the room, knowing that Tiny needed to stay by her brother's side during this critical time. I didn't hear her footsteps following me as I walked away; she remained with Tony.

As I left the alpha's room, an elderly lady approached me and inquired about the situation. After a moment of contemplation, an idea struck me. I realized that she could draw blood from me and then administer it to Tony using a drip. "Please bring a syringe, a blood bag, and some tape, and then follow me," I instructed her. Without any hesitation or questions, she gathered the items I requested and followed me to an unoccupied room. I settled into a chair while she stood by the door, appearing somewhat uncomfortable. "Draw my blood and take it quickly to Alpha Tony," I said firmly. She seemed surprised but promptly responded, "Yes, Alpha." In silence, I allowed her to draw my blood. A few minutes later, she had the blood ready to take to Tony. She replaced his drip with my blood.

After regaining my strength, I joined Nuzo and the other soldiers. "This is strange; no one has come yet. Something doesn't add up," Nuzo expressed, genuine worry etched on his face. "If they were planning an attack, they would have done it by now. There's been no sign of them on any of the cameras," he concluded. "It is indeed strange. I think I should go out and see if there are any signs of them," I suggested. Nuzo stood up from his seat, firmly planting his foot down. "That's not happening. If anyone is going out there, it's me. I won't allow you to put your life at risk," he declared, making a hasty decision. Instinctively, I moved closer to him, placing my hand on his back and giving it a reassuring stroke. "I've been through many wars in my time. Going out there alone is better than anyone here who lacks the experience of a battlefield. I promise I'll come back unharmed. I'll just scout and come back," I reassured him. The room was full of young stars even Charlie was young (in their early 20s). Nuzo seemed adamant, but after some discussion, he finally agreed to my plan.