Possessive Mate

I can't imagine losing my mate

*Not edited.*

This chapter is dedicated to limesrgreat for all of the wonderful advice. 

JAKE'S POV:

I picked George up and took off towards the pack house. 

"J-jake ." George whispered.

"Hang on, you're gonna be okay." I assured him.

I reached the pack house, rushing inside with George.

"JESS!" 

"JESS!" I screamed.

I kept running towards the infirmary.

"JESS!"

The pack doctor stepped out of the infirmary, her white collared shirt had a few blood stains on it.

"Jake - OH MY GOD !" She gasped, eyeing a dying George in my arms.

"Follow me." She urged, holding the door to the infirmary open.

She walked to the only empty bed left in the room. I laid George down carefully, trying not to hurt him any further.

" You have to do something." I cried.

I watched as Jess inspected George.

"Hand me those scissors." She said, pointing to a tray laying on a table next to the bed across from George.

I grabbed the scissors and handed them to her. She cut George's shirt open exposing his scrawny and torn up chest.

"Jess, help him." I urged. Looking at George's condidtion I feared for his life.

"He is healing slowly Jake, the damage is severe. I need to stop the bleeding, hand me that towel." She said.

I handed her the towel.

I looked around the imfirmary, there weren't enough beds, pack members were sitting on the floor, I looked over and found James, clutching his side moaning in pain. He was covered in blood that I was hoping wasn't his own. I looked back at Jess, watching her work on George.

"JESS WE'VE GOT ANOTHER ONE." 

I turned to see Joe carrying in another injured pack member.

"Jake, I need you to hold this towel on him. Apply pressure, we have to stop the bleeding." She ordered.

I nodded, and replaced her hands on the towel.

"George, you're going to be alright." Isaid, knowing I probably wasn't go to get an answer.

"J-jake." He choked out.

I stared down at him. 

"I - I ."

I waited, trying to listen carefully, the infirmary was getting loud.

" I- I want y-you to know, t-that, I-I'm n-not mad." He whispered, his eyes fluttering open and closed.

I don't know what cause me to cry, but I felt tears running down my cheeks.

"No George. I'm sorry. The way I treated you -" 

"No." He whispered. "I - I understand."

I locked eyes with him. I didn't know what to say. Nothing could change what I did and now I'm sitting here begging for his life.

" We're a pack George, we stick together." I stated.

He coughed out a laugh.

" We do now."