The Bad Girl in Boots

Heat

The next few days were a blur of intense pain and an unbearable heat that flared under the surface of my skin. There was no escape, except for the relief of Hunter's touch. I began to live for the moments when the fire dimmed, and grew used to the way he would appear and wrap himself around me, murmuring soft words of comfort, his voice filled with guilt. I didn't understand why he felt so responsible for my pain, but even when he was holding me, I was still barely aware of the world beyond my chronic misery and couldn't find the strength to ask. Each day, it got worse. I could no longer sleep, the agony was so bad. I was exhausted, so much so that by the 7th day of this, I started to wish for an end. Any end.
Still, my body stubbornly refused to grant the wish my mind had made, and powered on, each beat of my heart sending a bolt of heat and pain through my body. Hunter had been ordered back to class on the 3rd day I was like this, much to his fury, but by day 5 was back by my side as the doctors insisted I had more chance of survival with him near me. Survival. That was how bad the situation had gotten.
Finally, on the 9th day, Hunter burst into the room with an army of men in white coats and scrubs on. He stripped to his boxers before gently lifting me up and sitting cross legged on my hospital bed, setting me in the gap between his thighs. I couldn't hold back the relieved moan that slipped between my cracked lips, and caught sight of a few answering smiles from the doctors. Hunter buried his nose in my hair, inhaling my scent as I did the same. His hands slipped beneath my shirt (his shirt, actually) and slid across my sides. He growled playfully in my ear. I weakly smacked his chest. "Shut the fuck up." His reply was just a chuckle and he pulled me closer to his chest as we turned to face the doctors, ready to hear their diagnosis.
"Well, it's obvious that you're going through heat. Usually it lasts for about four days, with its peak being day 2, but of course that doesn't seem to be the case with you. We're guessing it's something to do with you being a white wolf and being so powerful." With my gift, in his mind, I could see the sense of honour that treating me brought him, and groaned aloud. "Please don't. I'm not worthy of your honour; please don't think like that." Guess this 'heat' really did effect my impulse control. I hadn't meant to open my mouth. Hunter's grip tightened as the doctors gaped at me, but the one who spoke simply raised an eyebrow and mumbled "Fascinating... anyway, I'm afraid you're just going to have to ride this one out. Usually we let she-wolves in heat go and live in their mate's room for the duration, but I don't feel that would be safe in your case. Your heat is worse because of your power and because it is your first." His tone was apologetic. Hunter stiffened behind me. My head buzzed with the new information. "OK... few questions... what's a heat, and what's a mate?"
Hunter tensed up even more against my back. The doctors eyes clouded over for a second, flicking above my head before he replied "I'm afraid Alpha Flynn does not believe you should receive that information at this time." I growled, the sound startling both me and the doctors. Hunter simply sighed, stroking my hair in an effort to calm me. I batted his hand away, feeling more energised than I had in days. "Oh, and what gives him the right to keep this information from me. If it's to do with my health, I'd fucking like to know thank you very much!"
"Hey baby, cool down a little, this is just the heat talking, I'm only thinking of you OK?" Hunter tried to soothe me. I snarled, whirling on him. "No! I want to know! Is it something to do with these sparks I feel when you touch me? Or the fact that all the pain goes away when our skin meets? I want to know why?! I want to know! I need to feel prepared. I hate feeling out of control! I hate it I hate it I HATE IT!" Sometime during my rampage, the doctors had left the room, and it was only Hunter that witnessed me fall to my knees, sobbing and clutching my stomach. "Please." I cried. "Please. Just make everything stop. I hate this. I need my old life back. I need Brooklyn. I need... I don't know. I need my twin. And my sisters. And my little brother. I need..." I stopped, breath held in my chest as I realised. "I... I need you..." and with that I started to sob again, confused and hurting. My mind was a mess of pain and flames and confusion and I hated it. I wanted this sickness to go. I needed relief.
As if answering my prayers, Hunter crouched and lifted me into his arms. He crooned sweetly in my ear, telling me it would all be fine. And though my mind told myself it was ridiculous, my heart believed him, and I curled up in his lap when he sat on the bed. He held me as I continued to cry, not saying anything. He crushed me to his chest as if he could hold me together if he held me tight enough. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry." I raised my hand to press it to his cheek, tracing his jawline with my thumb. "I'm tired." I mumbled.
"Sleep, sweetie." Darkness washed over like a tsunami and I was powerless to stop it, his purple/blue eyes the last thing I saw as I passed out.