.:~Chapter Twenty-Eight~:.

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Third Person Point of View

She was numb.

She barely felt it as she collapsed to the floor, sobs ripping through her body, making her shake violently as she cried for him.

For Thayer, the boy she loved.

It felt like her own heart was stopping, and she found it hard to breath. Many pack members came from behind the destroyed girl, their own tears crawling down their faces as they reached a comforting hand down to Farrah, their hearts breaking for her.

It was hard for them to see her like this. Everyone gathered around in the small hallway grew up with Thayer, and loved him dearly. They had all heard repeatedly how amazing Farrah was. Her strength and fierceness drew Thayer in, and more often than not Thayer would gush about how perfect she was, and how much he loved her.

But the girl before them wasn't even close to the girl that Thayer loved. Farrah was broken without him.

"I can't loose him!" Farrah sobbed. "God, please don't take him from me."

Even Carly, the girl that swore she hated Farrah, felt her heart constrict painfully for the girl.

Nobody wants to see a pair of mates split up. But when the couple happens to be people that you care about, it brings the situation to a whole different level of pain.

As the pack members comforted the girl, doctors tried desperately to bring back the boy.

Sweat dripped down the nurse's forehead as she started the compressions again, letting her numbing professionalism overtake her body, blocking out the pain she felt when she saw her dead friend.

She had to bring him back.

Maybe it was the determination that got Thayer's heart beating again, or maybe it was the medicine that was injected into his bloodstream, or the many prayers that were being murmured everywhere in the house.

Or maybe it was the wild thrashing of Thayer's wolf as he called out to his devastated mate, begging to be near her so he could bring her comfort.

The only indication of this, however, was the slight twitching of his cold fingers.

"Oh thank god." The nurses all took a collective sigh of relief as the heart monitor projected that beautiful beeping sound.

"I don't understand." Someone whispered from the back. "I was for sure that he was gone."

"He couldn't leave her." The door opened, and an emotionless voice filled the room. Jarred stood there, no emotion on his face as he stared at his still son. "He couldn't leave that bitch."

Thayer's fingers twitched again.

"Alpha." Dr. Marie greeted, trying to hide her hate towards the man. "Can I help you with anything?"

The many doctors in the room glanced towards Thayer's body anxiously, knowing that he wasn't stable. They had to do something quickly, or his heart would likely stop again.

An internal battle waged behind Jarred's eyes before he shook his head. "Just take care of him."

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Farrah's Point Of View

I'm not sure how I ended up on the couch.

The last thing that I remembered was crying into someone's chest in the hallway outside of Thayer's room.

Thayer.

My heart squeezed painfully in my chest, taking my breath away as it did. I hadn't stopped crying, but my sobs had finally decreased.

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