Alpha Primum

chapter 19

A/N: Back again for another chapter! I love hearing from y'all and seeing what you think. I love seeing the reactions to Alexander and his actions. I love writing this story and am so happy when I see that anyone votes and comments. I'm so thankful for each of you!

By the time we arrive at the healing wing, I'm not as close to the brink of death as I was. Don't get me wrong, I still don't feel great, but I wasn't as nauseous and throwing up as I had just been in Alexander's living quarters.

I'm so confused on why this has suddenly come on.

I'm still pressed tightly to Alexander's chest as he finishes the trek to the hospital wing. He looks more worse for wear than I do right now, which is hard to be. I definitely have some vomit in my hair. However, he definitely has some on his shirt that I had been pressed into.

"You're okay, Olivia. Almost there." He mumbles looking down at me. I've never seen him look more concerned. I can hear his heartbeat racing from the ear that I have pressed to his chest. His breath comes out quicker than normal. I think he might have a panic attack.

I don't have the strength to be annoyed with him or say anything back.

He walks inside the same room that I had been in two days ago when getting stitches on my leg.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite patient." I hear Healer Sloan say. I can't even see her with my head tucked into his chest. "What happened?"

Alexander sets me down gently on the examination table. I immediately feel the loss of his presence from me. Another wave of nausea comes and I grab at his arm to keep him close to me and he stops, looking down at me, but not moving.

"After breakfast, she got sick." He says with his back to her, he lets me clutch his arm. His gaze holds a new note of fear. His other hand comes to stroke my face.

I hold onto him like a lifeline. As long as I'm touching him, I don't feel as bad.

Over Alexander's shoulder, Mari raises her eyebrows. "Were you fighting?"

I lean my head to glare at her. "Why would you think that?" I let go of his arm. This sends another stab of pain through me, but I don't want to make Mari think that I'm warming up to him when really it's the obvious.

She shakes her head and sighs, looking at Alexander. "You should be holding her."

He jumps into action and grabs me off the table again. If I didn't automatically feel better, I would protest his actions, but I can't deny that he makes me feel better.

"Sit down." She directs him and he sits settling me in his lap. My nausea slowly leaves and my awareness of the situation grows. I hook my arms around his neck and my legs are kicked out one side of him, with my head leaned onto his shoulder.

"What the hell is happening to me?" I ask. Obviously, she knows something about it if she's acting this way.

"The other human mate was in here earlier."

My heart pangs for the other human mate. I hate that anyone else is in the same position that I am in.

She says. "Same thing. Dizzy? Nausea?"

I nod slowly.

"And it only gets better when he touches you?" She questions again.

I resist the urge to look up at the man who is holding me and nod again.

"Let me guess? Fighting. You said you hate him on top of trying to run away?"

"Something like that." I respond quietly, internally groaning at what my thought process could have been at sneaking that knife yesterday.