Loving the Ro'Meave Girl///Book 1

Dead

I heard soft voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. Everything was black, I couldn't do anything either. I couldn't feel myself breathing, the feeling of my chest going up and down steadily. I felt a panic attack coming on, but slowly disappearing. I felt sharp pains in my left calf and my right shoulder blade. I would have let out a whimper, but my mind was consumed. I felt something squirm inside my stomach. Oh my Irene. It's alive. I thought happily.

Laurance's P.O.V.

I sat outside of (Y/N)'s room, twiddling my fingers. I wanted to blame it all on Garroth, but what kind of person would that make me? An extremely bad one. I rubbed my face roughly. Then the door opened and I quickly stood up. A tall girl with blonde shoulder length hair, and teal tips, with grey blue eyes walked out, holding a clip board. She looked at me with a soft smile. "Please. Mr. Zvhal. Sit," she gestured me back into my seat. I sat quietly as she sat next to me. "I'm Dr. Ken Buehler(Author~Chan). I was in charge of seeing out (Y/N) Ro'Meave's injuries. Does she have any magyks form that include wings that you know of?"

"Y-Yes, but I've only seen it once... she was... extraordinary," I breathed.

"Well Mr. Ro'Meave, her brother, informed me that the only reason any of them lived was because she shielded all three of them with her wings. But a few unfortunate problems have occurred with Miss. Ro'Meave," she frowned. "None are not fatal."

"What happened?" I managed.

"Her left calf was torn open, after getting stuck under the passenger seat, it was bad enough to have stitches. Her right wing... if we can't get her to release it from her back's bindings then we may need to go into surgery due to the fact that it practically snapped off, and the only reason she wouldn't release it is because she's been knocked out. We can only predict she'll wake up in about a few hours or so, she did have some minor brain damage, and if she does not wake up..."

"It would be forever?"

"Exactly. We have a game plan though. I have healing magyks, and the other doctors have been asking me to work on her brain with them, but I wanted to check with you first to see if you'd be willing to let me."

"Will it give her a greater chance of waking up?"

"Yes."

"Then please. Do it."

"Of course... and the baby."

"Oh my Irene! Is it okay!?"

"Never better," she smiled. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks you Dr. Buehler."

"Okay, I'll begin as soon as possible to proceed, but I must go see Miss. Fire Fist. Excuse me." She said then got up and walked away.

Katelyn's P.O.V.

I paced back and forth in front of Travis' room. Please don't be dead. I urged. A lady about my height with blonde shoulder length hair and teal tips with blue grey eyes walked up to me. "Miss. Fire Fist, I presume?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm Dr. Ken Buehler. I was in charge of Travis Valkrum's injuries."

"Is he okay?" I spat out.

"Physically, yes. A few scraps and bruises, but mentally. No." She frowned.

"What does that mean?" I asked shakily.

"Mr. Valkrum, he has a serious case of amnesia... and he's been asking for someone."

"Who?"

"Someone named Katelyn."