Bittersweet

Chapter 2 ~ Pull

Ways of Communication

Talking - regular text

Dominance - bolded Text

Sign Language - italicized text

Telepathy - bolded and italicized text

Bunny's P.O.V

I ended up getting pneumonia. And I found myself absolutely delirious for the worse of it. I don't remember much of my delirium but the Doc and my parents said I was talking to Goddess the entire time. About what?

They couldn't say. They knew I was using my telepathy line to speak since they, and apparently all the pack, could hear me talking complete nonsense. Many people had come to visit me since they were quite worried.

Among the usual suspects, Valentine came to visit a couple of times. Mom said that she would come to speak to her and Dad mostly. I found that nice, as my parents had spent my entire delirium by my side. And I knew that they, and many others, would be too focused on me to worry about them.

When I finally came to Robin, Teddy, and Addi were there. I was quite elated to see them and my parents. And they were quite ecstatic to see me alive and well. They were by my side as I did physical therapy in the Hospital.

It's been four weeks now and I'm just as fit as I was before. Actually, even more as Doc found out I was underweight, so she added extra calories to my diet so that I would bulk up. She said the reason my legs snapped in half was because of my weight. She said being at an unhealthy weight affected my bones, which is why the bones in question snapped so easily.

I was surprised to say the least. I had always been a bigger woman, "extra size" as the humans would have said. So hearing that was quite the shock.

I never questioned the Doc though! She was one of the older pack members, so she had a plethora of medicinal knowledge, both scientifically and spiritually. I am excited to be home. While the Hospital is cool, it's been nice to finally be home these last couple of days.

Though my parents have set up camp in my guest bedroom. They have been extra clingy. I understand why, since that entire snowstorm experience still keeps me up at night when the wind is strong, but I want to be alone.

I have been surrounded by people for the last month and I just need some alone time. To be with myself and figure out how to regain my independence. And the most nagging thing is that I need sexual release. I have had no peace to do anything that would satisfy my urges.

I wish everyone would just leave me alone for some time. Or atleast leave me alone with someone I enjoy having sex with. It frustrates me greatly, but I also feel so guilty for feeling this way.

Asking my parents to leave would be quite awkward and saddening. I know they just want to look after me, but at which point do they let me look after myself? I suppose if I asked them for some space they would oblige.

Knock! Knock! I sigh, I stare longingly at my drawer that I keep all my sexual aides in before going to open my bedroom door. "Yes?" Mom gives me a tired smile, the aura around her steadily set in a constant dull worry. It's been that way since I came home. "Your father and I were wondering if you wanted to just spend time?"

Oh Mama. You make my guilt even stronger. "Of course, Let me just get Wolfe." I tap my hand on my thigh twice and Wolfe shoots out from under my bed. Mom chats about my progress as we make our way to my living room.

"How you feeling kiddo?" Dad asks as he engulfs me in a bear hug. "Just as good as earlier!" I try not to let any annoyance taint my voice. I remind myself I am forever grateful for my parents. Even though we only talk about my recovery recently.