Savior

10

Sunlight seeped through a window somewhere an onto my closed eyelids, making me see an orange color. I fluttered my eyes open to see myself in a gown.

A goddamn hospital gown.

I looked around the white room, the only light coming from the two large windows on my left. I wanted to close the dark blue curtains so I could be left in darkness and go back to sleep.

I started to get up but suddenly stopped, a shocking pain going through my abdomen. I lay back down on the blue hospital bed and stared up at a slow turning ceiling fan.

I moved my hands over the cotton sheets and tugged them around my body until I was nestled in a cocoon. I peeked my eyes out of the top of the blankets while I rested on the bed.

After staring at what ever machine next to me that was constantly checking my vitals and looking at the different colors woven into the cushion chair next to the bed, I finally got caught up with reality.

Where am I?

I'm most likely not with Zafar anymore because he was going to let me die. I don't think I remember anything else other than blacking out after he fucking painted his pretty picture in my skin.

Oh my god I wonder what it looks like. He said he left his mark. I know there is going to be the whipping marks but what did he carve? I lightly grabbed the end of my gown and pulled it up until it was just below my stomach.

I quickly put it back down, I can't deal with it right now. I'm already suffering with extreme physical pain and I don't need the mental damage those wounds will cause me. It's probably covered in bandages too so i don't want to rip those off either.

My thought were proven correct when I felt the soft tissue of the bandage rub against the painful wounds. I winced and adjusted my position on the bed so my head was levitated and my body was in a straight line below me.

I knew I was missing something from last night...

"No shit Sherlock", my wolf murmured.

"Well if you're so all knowing then tell me",I said

"I'll give you a second to think it through", she said before she shut up.

Maybe if I go through the night I'll remember. Okay, so first there was the door and how he knocked me unconscious and tied me like a damn starfish. Then, the whippings and carvings. Then,.... Holy poop. How could I forget.

The explosions, shattering, and more importantly, the spark.

That spark that made me go from pain to pleasure in a matter of seconds.

"That was our mate you dumb poo.", my wolf said," he saved us."

My mate. I thought it would be impossible to find him. I didn't feel bad for myself about it, but I felt bad for him knowing he'll never find me or never have the mate he deserves.

It's kind of ironic how he showed up in that moment. He couldn't have picked a better time. I slightly smiled to myself. I have a mate. He better not reject me 'cause I won't allow it. He's all I have so I'm not letting go.

My mind was for once in a long time at peace. My mate found me and saved me and I'll be seeing him an time now.

As if on cue, the blue door across from me slowly opened, revealing an old lady dressed in her nurse uniform looking at a clipboard.

She took a few more steps in the room until she moved her eyes up to me. They widened and her mouth formed an "O", clipboard dropping in the process.