My head is pounding, my vision blurred, my mouth is moving but I can't hear a word.
The dull ache that I felt in my wrist earlier has now spread through both my arms and hands. I don't know how long I've been passed out. But I can remember it all , Ivan's terror filled eyes, the life rushing out of my body, the nurses screaming.
All around me is darkness and I can't move at all, no matter how hard I try.
The Silence encasing me is deafening and the black abyss around me seems to go on forever with no means of escape. I'm trapped in this dungeon of darkness with no sense of time I could have been in here hours, days, weeks, years for all I know.
The pain is getting easier to ignore as my body goes numb and the pain turns into a dull ache as my body gets more accustomed to it.
Darkness is an old friend , I welcomed it as a pup, wishing the dark abyss to take me away from the excruciating pain and loneliness after my pack died, it was my safe place , my haven, my escape.
Eventually I fall asleep again and let my dreams take me away from this place.*************************************
I woke up sometime later but not to the darkness this time but a blinding light and a muffled sound I couldn't quite place, The sound of bleeps reminded me I was in the hospital and I could hear the nurses rushing around at their stations muttering as they went and the smell of antiseptic filled my nose and overwhelmed my senses until they adjusted.
My vision cleared as my eyes adjusted to the new light, I looked around slowly and felt the pain that I'd become accustomed to shoot around my body at the slightest movement.
I carefully turned my head to the side and saw Ivan sat at my bedside asleep his cheeks were tearstained and his eyes were red and swollen. He looked healed and back to himself. But I still didn't want him in here just incase he turned on me again. I wriggled myself to the other side of the bed as fear took over. My breathing sped up and my heart rate increased, my instincts kicking in just incase I needed to run.
Just then one of the nurses came over "hi Raven , I'm doctor Kathleen Murphy. Don't worry Ivan's wolf has been sedated with a very strong sedative zake will be out for a few weeks but Ivan's back to himself. But he's been worried sick about you. By the way I'm your doctor and I'll be checking on you regularly" I looked up and her bright green eyes met my blue ones and all my fear dissipated, I took in her whole appearance. She had a small frame with dark black hair that reached just below her waist if she had it down, unlike mine which ended just above my shoulders. We stared at each other for a moment and then I shook my head and smiled. Damn she was beautiful! I tried using my voice for the first time since I woke up and after a few failed attempts I managed to croak out a scratchy "thanks, what's my situation?" she sighed at looked down at the clipboard I didn't even realise she was holding. " well, the virus is moving up your body as I'm sure you can tell, can you move anything?" I tried to move my arm and got no response from my body. I tried the other and Got nothing then I wiggled my toes still nothing. "I can move my head and neck, but apart from that nothing" I admitted and frowned, suddenly the reality of this dawning on me. My eyes welled up with tears that I couldn't wipe away. "How long?" I croaked out in a tearful voice. She sighed and looked away before saying in a regretful voice "with your situation and the way it's spreading, I'd say about three days" I choked back the tears but it didn't work the flood gates opened and I broke down as sobs wracked my already weak body. Feeling helpless as I couldn't even move to wipe away the tears or cover my face, I turned away. I felt a soft hand on my arm and felt sparks racing across my skin. I turned to face Kathleen and as our eyes met combined with our touching skin caused my vision to fill with images that I know she saw too as her grip tightened on on my arm that she had gripped in shock.
I saw us sitting outside the pack house on the old swinging chair cuddled up together, then the image moved on and I saw us waking through the woods as wolves as we curled up together a black and white wolf creating the perfect ying and yang, then I saw us sat on the sofa in the pack house kissing as we watched a film. I could feel the tears running down my face as the images played out before us but this time they weren't tears of sorrow but of joy. The image moved on as I watched a replay of Ivan biting me, then the next image was of a green eyed , black haired girl kneeling and sobbing over a gravestone. The images faded as the truth sunk in I realised what happened I saw the past of Ivan biting me and I saw two outcomes of futures, my futures. but I could only see how one of them would become a reality and it wasn't the one I liked, I desperately hoped I could find a way to make my first future a reality but I already knew it was hopeless. I turned to Kathleen tears were streaming down her face as I knew they were on mine and my wolf surfaced at the same time as hers as they both chanted "MATE" in unison.
It seems I finally found my true mate.
My throat filled clogged up and my eyes filled with tears as she pulled me into a tight embrace and we cried silently together for the future we couldn't have.
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Thieves of tomorrow (Short story)
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