My eyelids feel heavy. My body aches. My throat feels like a desert in the middle of a drought and my head... Oh my poor poor head, feels as though someone has taken a meat cleaver tied it the end of a baseball bat, and hit me repeatedly, until my head exploded, then resown it back together again but all in the wrong places. Thats how bad my head feels right now, and I havent even opened my eyes yet.
Guessing by how comfortable my back is on a plush ground, and how warm and clean my feet are, I'm in a hospital bed. That's great. Just great.
A struggled moan escapes my lips as I attempt to pull my heavy weight into a sitting position.
"I'd advice you not to get up, Alexis," Derek's voice fills the empty silence. "You seemed to have been struck quite hard, what happened? You broke three ribs," Derek spoke with concern and worry. "You didn't see him?" I mentally cringe at how scratchy my voice sounds, Derek's chuckles lightly, "Here," a cold glass presses against my lips, as a light fluid enters my mouth. Water.
"See who?" Derek continues. "That bastard, Otis that's who," satisfied with the fact my voice sounds more like itself now, I push the glass away from my mouth.
"I don't know what you're talking about chief, maybe you should rest for a bit," Derek stokes my head lightly, "I should be getting back to Lucy anyway," I hear the scrape of the plush metal chairs against the cold tiles in the hospital wing, the closing of the heavy door, until silence envelops around me again.
Gently, I tried my eyes open, before quickly shutting them due to harshness of the blaring bright lights over my head. I try again. I blink, adjusting to my surroundings, just as I thought, we're in the hospital wing. I use all the strength in my arms to pull my body up. Before swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
I lower my body down to touch the cold floor with my feet. I scan the room quickly, there are 4 beds beside me, all empty, each bed has a pristine white lamp, matching the pristine covers, a doctors clip board at the end of the bed, and a metal caged head board. Looking up, the ceiling has a curtain rail leading across it in order to separate the cubicles when needed, on the opposite side of the room, it mirrors my side of the room, yet in the corner, one of the curtains is drawn across to hide the last bed. Stretching my hearing I can listen to the faint beat of a heart machine. Carefully, I attempt to stand up.
It feels as though, I'm walking on pins, each step more painful than the other, but curiosity was getting the better of me. I cling on to each bed I walk passed afraid my legs will snap at any moment, and by God does it hurt.
Finally, I reach the curtain, I hang on to it, before pulling it back in a dramatic fashion. In the bed, lays a pale girl, with long blonde hair tied neatly into a fishtail plait, that lay on her right shoulder. Her face was ghostly white, with dark patches around her eyes, she was asleep. Her body looks frail and skinny, as though one poke could break all her bones and she'd be a crumpled mess on the floor. Poor girl.
"You shouldn't have gotten out of bed, Ma'am," Flint our doctor informs me. His white coat swaying by him as he frowns at the girl in the bed, while checking the machines tied to her. "Who is she?" I ask ignoring his early comment. Flints frown deepens. "The new troops went to a pack nearby for their last hunt, she was one of the human mates, we believe she wasnt treated right, so we bought her back here, some of the werewolves escape, and we could be under attack because her mate got out alive, as well as the Alpha," I stare at the girl for a while before sitting down on the bed behind me.
"We never go for packs, we go for rouges. Why was there an attack on the pack?" I question Flint with a disapproving look. "The whole pack had slaughtered the innocent, the only one that hasn't was the Alpha, he had a clean sheet, it seems as though the pack rules him, than he rules the pack," I nod slowly, this was unusual. A thought popped into my head sending my heart rocketing, "How many casualties and deaths?" I ask. Flint knew what I meant, "The troops did great, minor scratches and bruises, and no deaths, you should be proud, Ma'am," I smile, that's my team, they were the best troops in the last 4 years. " I'll call a house meeting as soon as possible to express my happiness for the team," I nod happily.
"I'm afraid that won't be for a few weeks," Flints gives me a sympathetic smile, "Your not well enough to leave the hospital room yet, Ma'am," I shake my head, "I feel fine," I try to give my best fake smile, despite the pain in my chest beginning again, I hadnt noticed it until now. "Your face says otherwise, Ma'am, Come on, let me help you back to bed," Despite Flint being well over fifty, he managed to scoop me up and take me back to my bed. Thank God Derek wasnt here to see this, I'd never hear the end of it.
"Thank you, Flint," I smile, but my smile quickly turns into a frown as the nagging pain in my chest roars up again, and steals my breath. "No problem, Ma'am," Flint nods. His kind smile quickly turning to a concerned frown as he notices me struggling for breath.
"Ma'am, if you don't mind I'm going to remove you hospital dress, but I need your permission, am I aloud to take it off?" Flint hurrys to get his words out, he was too polite to rip my dress off, which frankly felt way too tight. I scream was all I could do as a reply. "I'm going to pretend that was a yes okay Ma'am?" He looks into my eyes, which reflect my panic. He grabs a pair of scissors from the bed side table to take off the night dress.
Each breathe I take, it feel as though the fabric is a Boer constricter, suffocating me, as it tightens around my lungs, " Get it off!" I scream, grabbing at the top of the dress as an attempt to rip it open. "Ma'am! I advise you n-, by God!" Flint exclaims as the dress rips and my chest is open nakedly on display.
I look down at my chest, as my eyelids being to close, "What the hell is that?" I leave the question in the air, as I fall into a terrorised sleep.
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Just letting everyone know, chapter 3 will be updated tonight. Just editing it! Sorry for it being so late! Had writers block lately, but I've got it sorted now!
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