Orphaned from Love

Chapter 7

"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucius

I woke up to the sound of voices.

"...to rest. She needs time to heal."

"I understand your concerns your majesty but she cannot be cooped up. She has to start getting out and being independent."

At first I can't make out the voices but by the way the one person used the word majesty, they were talking to Ryker.

I try to open my eyes but they feel heavy as if they were glued shut.

I try to move my fingers but they don't respond. Panic flares in my chest. I can't move anything or show any signs that I'm awake.

"She has been for her whole life!" Ryker yells, "she needs someone to trust because what happened in her childhood is what led to this getting this way!"

"But she needs to get use to the fact that things are different here, your majesty. She simply cannot act the way that moron taught her!" The person who I think is the doctor shouts.

I keep trying to open my eyes and move my fingers. I put all my energy into opening my eyes.

They slit open, blinding me by the lights. I slowly blink open to a better view. At first my vision is blurry before it focuses on two figures in the room.

That's when I realize they stopped arguing.

Ryker rushes over to me, taking my hand in his.

"Are you ok?" He whispers. His face is clouded with fear and the tinkle in his gray eyes have vanished. Instead, they hold stress and anxiety.

I slowly nod my head and see him relax a little.

The doctor looks at us before she leaves the room.

"I got so worried when you couldn't breathe. It's my fault this happened." He worried.

"It wasn't your fault. I just couldn't breathe from what you said. No one every called me pretty before." I argue, though I felt to weak to say anything else.

"But it was. I shouldn't have let my wolf instincts take over. I should've..."

"No," I cut in, "this was on my end. I'm the one messed up."

He lets out a scary growl. "You are not messed up." He mutters through gritted teeth.

I wince at the growl. He is looking at me with something crossed between hurt and anger.

A pain rockets through my chest and I scream out in agony. It travels from my chest to my head in seconds.

I feel Ryker start to panic next to me and faintly I hear the door open.

My vision blurs as the pain travels to the rest of my body.

I feel a prick in the side of my arm but it does nothing to stop this.

In a instance, I black out, falling into the abyss of my mind.

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I wake up with a groan. This time I don't need to force my eyes open.

I'm still in the hospital bed but this time I have an IV bag dripping it's clear content into my hand.

Out of the corner of my eye, Ryker moves closer. He grips my hand tighter.

I restrain myself from wince at the contact.

There is an ache in my body and my head feels heavier. What happened?

"Are you okay?" Ryker asks. Concern is painted across his face. There is a crease in his forehead from worry. He was worrying about me.

I nod my head and hold his gaze. Those stormy gray eyes seem to be clogged with rage and concern.

'If only we can see what else he's made of besides concern.'

What the hell was that?

'Hello?' I ask in my head.

'Hey. It's good to finally be able to experience the world.'

I stay stunned. A shake of my hand brings me back to Ryker who is about to fall of his chair because he came closer.

"Elva you had a seizure and you blacked out. Are you sure you are okay because a lot happened over the last few days." He inquires.

'We've been out for days!?!???' The voice in my head yells, rattling every organ in my body.

"Yeah. I'm okay." I answer weakly.

The doctor comes in and takes my blood pressure. Everyone is silent except for the voice.

'So I would like to know you since I'm kinda stuck in you and so we can talk about how sexy our mate looks." The voice purrs the last part. And I have to agree.

He's wearing a tight gray shirt that fits against his muscles. I want to reach out and touch them, to feel how they flex and move under my touch.

'I'm Elva. Who and what are you?' I question.

'I'm Fiadh, your werewolf." She announces proudly.

'Weren't we supposed to shift when you came?" I ask.

'Technically, yes. But did we? Nope. I think it's because we're a hybrid.' She replies.

'So when will I get the others?'

'Who knows,' she shrugs, 'today, tomorrow, 10 years. It's how they are triggered.'

'Triggered?'

'For a regular werewolf, they're body sends a chemical from the brain that starts the process of getting your werewolf When they are at that trigger age. You on the other hand, have to experience events to get that trigger mechanism working.' Fiadh explains.

'So the trigger for you must've been when I was suffocating.' I conclude

'For an orphan, you are pretty damn smart.' 

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Sorry for the short chapter.

I was thinking about doing a holiday story for Christmas. What do y'all think? I know it's barely thanksgiving but you have to think of this stuff before hand. It would include Santa's elves and other things, just wanted to get your opinions on this idea. It would be like an advent calendar-ish. I might also do a Hanukkah one if I can think of a conflict.

Thanks!