Bring it boys (On Hold)

Chapter 7

((Isaacs Pov)).

The dude named Justin helped me up and we both walked inside the house and waited in the living room.

"Justin?! What're you doing here?" a woman who looked very strongly like Jane had asked.

Justin stood up bowing an taking her hand in his and kissing it lightly.

"Lady Thrive, I have returned from England to come back and serve my lady and lord." he said with a grin.

"Oh, Justin you know you can call me Mara-belle, Lady Thrive makes me sound so old!" she said with a wave of the hand.

He chuckled and sat down in a leather chair across from the Thrives.

"Wait you are both royal?" I asked curiously.

"Yes son and in about a month we will be the king and queen!" the man who seemed to to be Janes father told me with a smile that reminded me so much of Jane.

The woman known as Mara-belle smacked janes father on the shoulder playfully, "We don't know that yet we still have the council to deal with!" she said smiling as if they both knew that they were going to win the throne anyway.

"Listen. Sir. About outside..." I started and scratched the back of my neck out of habit.

"Don't worry about. I was just as worried as you and now we wait until Jane recovers so she can be trained as the knew lady-in-waiting so that one day she can rule as queen." he said with a smile.

"What about George?" I asked.

"Well," he stopped to sigh. "We'll have to talk about that when Jane is here but the doctor is on his way down right now to give us some news on Jane so..." he said getting up just as the doctors shoes touched the linoleum floor with a 'click'.

"She'll be fine but she suffered from several lashes and deep cuts throughout her whole body, and a couple broken ribs. Her left wrist and right ankle are both sprained while her right arm was broken wrong and with her werewolf healing it healed wrong so it is being broken again." he said his face grim reciting all of her injuries to where every one he explained I flinched at.

And then I heard a scream, Jane.

I got up fast and was about to run up the stairs to her, but Janes father held me back with an expression that matched mine, pain.

I sighed and sat back on the couch silently crying out how this was all my fault and how she was never going to forgive me.

((Jane))

I screamed as both of the nurses broke my arm time after time, not even an ounce of guilt held their expressions.

Then they decided to relocate my wrist and ankle so that they were both aligned, again I screamed.

"DEAR LORD HELP THE PAIN IS BEIN A MOTHER-" I screamed but was cut off when the nurse shoved a warm towlette in my mouth.

I glared at her and began to scream again and again as each and every rib started to straightened.

The nurse decided to grab a brown bottle out of the drawer. And poured some onto a clothe before soaking it in each of my open wounds.

I finally positioned my tongue to where I could spit the mother of a towel out of my mouth.

"BLOODY FUDGE NUGGETY HELL WOMEN WHAT THE-" I was AGAIN cut off by another towel being wrapped around my mouth.

I tried to call her a bitch but it came out as "BAACHSSS!!!" so then they all left me alone in the room, letting all of my wounds to heal quickly.