My Genius Mate

Chapter Twenty Two

My eyes shot open to reveal a busy room full of nurses and doctors. There were needles all over me. I was on fluids and was getting blood. There were buzzing pads on my chest and ribs from shocking me back to life. I scanned the room and to my right was a large glass wall. There, I watched multiple faces of people I couldn't make out through blurry vision as they watched me be resurrected.

Reality hit and my chest hurt from the bite, from the shocks, from a broken sternum which I assumed was from chest compressions. My leg hurt from the large gash as well. My arm throbbed from a not-well-healed bullet wound, just like my calf. My head was throbbing from multiple injuries throughout the few weeks and a well-earned concussion I was sure I had from Bean's last few punches.

I fell back onto the cold bed and arched my back in pain. I felt my insides twist and move with me. My entire body was on fire from my body getting the nutrients and support it needed to heal.

Multiple hands reached out to me to restrain my body from contracting and moving in an unnatural way for my body to heal the way it needed to. "Ali, Please be still."

One of the doctors was talking to me but I could barely hear. "I can't!"

My voice was so shallow, so broken, so low. I kept breathing out, trying to find the words. I moved my mouth but nothing came out. I turned over on my side, curling my body in pain. I nurse touched my back and it sent painful shocks through my body, causing me to yelp. "Sir, there is another tooth in here."

Panic set in as they all pushed me onto my stomach. "I'm sorry, Ali. It needs to come out now."

I felt a blade cut into my skin to reach what they needed. I screamed into the bed, trying to run away from them. Again I was restrained and I felt like I was back in that dungeon. Was it all a dream I was rescued? Was this more punishment? "Stop! Please!"

"Almost there, sedate her."

"Stop this, please! I can't do it anymore! I give in!" I turned my head towards them, towards the glass wall, and tried to look for someone but from this angle, I found no faces, only silhouettes. "Help me! I'll do anything to make this all stop! Fucking kill me!"

"I found it, hold her."

Another set of hands held my body down as they pulled the piece out. Although I knew it was useless, I pleaded. "Sto-op! Ple-ease! Rona-an!"

There was a prick in my neck and the room became darker and darker with every blink. I was getting tired of it all. Tired of the pain, tired of being knocked out or passing out.

I wanted my life back. I wanted to be able to walk freely, walk out of here without any pain. I knew my life had changed forever. I was going to be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the next attack for the rest of my life. My once sweet and carefree life was replaced with a constant battlefield in my own head. Paranoid about what is coming next.

Who would want to live like that?

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There it was again, the annoying beeping from hospital devices. As much as I hated it, it was comforting. If I was hearing those types of noises, it was a good sign that I might have been saved instead of dreaming it like I thought.

Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the light pouring in from the large window in front of me. I recognized the pack house decor immediately. The hospital bed I was in was so fluffy and comfortable. I glanced around the room and found multiple makeshift beds, chairs, cards, and flowers. There had to be hundreds of cards littered around the room.

I moved my eyes to try to find someone, but there was no one. I sighed, a little grateful to get this time to myself after having a bunch of strangers touch me in the last few hours I was awake. I relaxed but winced. I still had pain all over, but it was more of a dull pain than it was a sharp and burning feeling like before. I groaned, my body had never felt this sore before. Then again, I had never gone through anything like that before.