Wolf...No. Werewolf...Asked Me To Be His Mate! (Completed, but not fully Edited)

chapter 12- The past can hurt, all the time. (Edited >< Kinda)

Four years ago.

Zoey’s P.O.V.

I sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair tapping my foot against the shiny floor. My dad sat at my right side rocking back and forth. I understood what was happening to mum. Even if the adults didn’t think so.

She was hurt, ill even and this was the only way to get her well. It should go alright. Even the doctor told us that. He said he does this all the time, and that he hadn't lost someone because of the operation. So everyone- nearly everyone was easy going about it. No amount of facts would stop my dad worrying over her.

Mum had been here for days waiting for a spot to have her operation. We had gotten the call to say she was going in to have it just as I was going to bed. So it was late and we were all tiered.

Never the less as soon as I heard I was dresses and ready like the snap of fingers.

The rain had started to bucket down when we got in the car. There was no rain forecaster for tonight, which was odd. The sky looked clear all day long, and then it just turned a dull Grey black. It had held up until we stepped into the hospital entrance. Then the heavens just seemed to open up and the sky was alight with lightning.

Chuckling had made me look up and question my dad, who had been a wreck moments ago with worry. He suddenly saddened a little. “Thor is your mother’s favourite movie, maybe it’s a sign?” Nothing more was said about it after that and we both seemed to have fallen into a quiet peace for the moments following.  

Walking through the doors everything looked so dull. Even the walls seemed to scream out "BLANK!" Everyone had such solemn faces on. There were nurses walking or rushing around constantly telling each other what to do and who needs this or this. Things didn't seem right though. It all felt like we had missed something big or important. There was that felling on the air, that something shocking had taken place before we got here.

I found it strange; I had never felt like this before, anywhere.

Mum would be alright though, she had lived through the being shot part, now it was just getting the bullet out, but like I said she should be fine. We had just thanked the heavens that it had done no real damage and only gotten it stuck. As long as it goes well, she should be fine.

I looked up at my father. He had the same face as everyone else did now. He knew something had happened too. My mind wondered. What if whatever it is had something to do with mum? I thought about things that could have happened. Every one of them held something bad for my mum. I felt like I was torturing myself.

 It wasn't the healthiest thing to do.

 My hands were shaking from the thoughts I thought. Everything gnawed at my mind.
We took some time getting here but nothing bad could have happened in that time, right?

I followed my dad to the part of the hospital that mum was supposed to be in. We walked to the bed she had been in before according to the nurse. My conscious memory told me she would be in it, even though I knew she would be more or less under the knife right now. So we sat down in the white chairs by the bed. So this is where we sat now. Waiting, just waiting for news on something to do with mum. We still didn't know what was going on though.

Half an hour later, we were still waiting. Agonizingly we waited some more. And more, and more, and MORE. Finally, a nurse walked in front of us. She didn't look happy, in fact her face was sunken and her eyes looked glassy. Her high heeled shoes clacked against the floor. The sound seemed to make things all the scarier.