Twin Mates

I.V. drip

I opened my eyes to the all-too familiar sight of the white room at the hospital. At least this time I could remember what happened. I moved my hands against the rough scratchy sheets, this action emitting a small sound in the otherwise almost silent room. The only other sound was the slightly labored breathing of two slumped over lumps seated at the small hospital chairs. Their huge frames made the average sixe hospital chairs look like the chairs little girls use for tea parties; I'd be surprised if they didn't get stuck.

My nose was slightly clogged, but even so I could smell the overwhelming smell of blood in the air. Twilight got one thing right; blood has this horrible metallic, rusted, salty smell to it. The pungent smell of blood still couldn't cover up the faint smell of death filling my room, no matter how much bleach the hospital uses, they can't cover up the dark, nauseating smell.

I turn my head to see that my boys haven't even changed out of the clothes they had on during the fight. There were puddles of blood beneath each of their chairs. The sound of each drop adding to the sea of red made me gag. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths through my mouth. When I fainted, it was a combination of the smell and sight of blood, but it was also the fact that this was my mate's blood, and they were covered in it.

I quietly swung my legs out of bed, and slipped my I.V. out of my arm. I watched the small puncture wound drip one singular lonely drop of blood, it sprinted down my arm, and time slowed down as it dropped on to the cold distant white tile floor. I was mesmerized as I saw the wound on my arm seal over with a scab for about two seconds, then the scab flaked off my arm and drifted down to the floor like a red leaf in fall. The patch of skin was revealed as a small pink area on my arm, the color slowly dulled into a pale skin color until the small wound was no longer visible. I realized exactly how long and how focused I had been on the puncture when I looked up to see my boys looking at me, seemingly as perplexed as I was on the whole process.

They look away from my arm up to meet my eyes and I can see nothing but compassion and worry in their eyes; I can tell they wouldn't let anyone tend to their wounds until I was taken care of. This much devotion to me and all I've done is scared them out of their minds, and left school, which probably worried them like crazy. I didn't even think of that, now I feel totally awful.

A small sob ripped out of my chest, and I shuddered and started shaking while uncontrollably crying. I knew this would only make them feel worse, and if possible I started sobbing even harder. Nathan rushed up to me rapidly petting my arm, and stroking my hair, trying to get me to stop crying. Nathan is whispering sweet nothings in my ear, while Kameron is freaking out.

Kameron isn't even trying to touch me, just pacing around the room pulling on his hair, and asking questions that sound like they should be aimed at me, but he is asking himself.

"What did I do wrong? Why is she crying?" he asks himself as tears pour down his face. Seeing my mate in distress like this opens up a dark pit in my stomach, that aches like a fraying whole in my very being. Because of the amount of power all three of us possess, it makes the mate bond that much stronger.

I know that the only way to get him to stop freaking out is for me to stop freaking out. I can't stop crying until he calms down, which as long as I'm hysterically sobbing, won't happen. I realize that Nathan had been calm this whole time. I look over to him through my blurring eyes to see the thinly veiled pain showing through his eyes. Even though he is just as confused as his brother, he is not showing any fear. I tune my ears into the steady beat of his heart, and before I know it my sobs are turning into small hiccups. And I go into silence with his steady hand still slowly petting my hair.

"It's okay, it's okay, it will all be okay. Whenever you want to you can tell me why you're crying babe." He calmly whispers to me. I don't know how he can be so calm when not only me, but also his brother were having a meltdown. I turned my head, careful to hide my blood shot puffy eyes from view, and looked up at him through my eye lashes. His eyes were clenched shut in pain, and he was trembling slightly. /I could tell that everything in him was telling him to do one of two things; Have a meltdown like his brother, or go all crazy-over-protective mate, and go on a hunting spree to destroy whatever hurt me, even if it was his brother. It wasn't Kameron, but judging by the condition of them, and how their wounds weren't healing as fast, indicating they were Alpha inflicted, they probably weren't on the best off terms right now.

I was embarrassed to say the least; I caused my mates this type of pain because I thought I was causing them pain. Well isn't that just a hit to the face. I was raised by a strong willed mother who also knew when it was right to admit that she had made a mistake. Now it was my turn to apologize to Kameron and Nathan.

"I'm s-sorry guys; I shouldn't have- 'sniff'- cried like I did. I know I only made things worse. That seems like the only thing I've been doing recently. I just mess things up..." The last part was barely a whisper, but they could hear me of course.

"Never apologize to me Alex. You needed to cry like that, I get it. Just never apologize for something that you had no control over, okay?" Nathan grabbed my chin gently, and turned it so I couldn't escape his piercing brown eyes. I lost my train of thought as I looked into those intense brown eyes. Huh, there's little flecks of gold around his pupil. My eyes darted around his face, taking in his strong jaw line, clenched tight. His high defined cheekbones, and his thick, dark eyebrows that had little lines between them from concentrating. Only after I finished memorizing his face did I notice that we both had been creeping closer to each other. I saw him run his tongue over his lips, making them glisten invitingly. His hand snaked around its way around my waist, making me gasp in surprise when he pulled me flush against him. I saw his long, thick eyelashes slowly close as he tilted his head. I was tilting my own head to meet his lips when my eyes glanced over to Kameron sitting in the corner of the room looking at me dejectedly, and in that moment I could tell that I could never love them both. I had to choose. One would never be able to just sit there while watching their mate kiss their brother.

All of these thought rushed through my head in a second. What really gave me pause is that if I don't kiss Nathan, he'll think I chose Kameron over him; I know I will have to choose eventually, but not in this moment. By the time I come to a decision Nathan's soft lips are pressing against mine hesitantly. He is being so gentle and shy about it, that it catches me off guard. Expected him to be rough with me, but he almost seems timid. My mind goes blank and I start moving my lips in sync with his. I put my hands on his shoulders, stretching up to meet him half way. I feel his hands tightening around my waist. I entwine my hands into his hair and pull him down to me. I start lightly tugging on his hair, and he lets out an almost inhuman growl. I pull away to see his eyes flickering back and forth between his normal chocolate brown, and the black of his wolf. We stand there for a moment looking into each others eyes, breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath.

I look over my shoulder to see Kameron no where in sight. I was a fool to think he would sit there twiddling his thumbs while I made out with his brother. I look back up to Nathan and I see compassion in his eyes; he nods toward the door and I smile in gratitude. I head towards the door, and right before I leave I glance over my shoulder to see Nathan looking at me with a half smirk; only this time it's not cocky. He sends a little wink in my direction, but I can see the pain in his eyes, he knows that his brother is my mate as well, but it doesn't make it hurt any less to see your mate run off after kissing you to comfort some other man. I glance back at him one final time, noticing there is still blood on his shirt, and his lips are red and swollen; whether from kissing, getting punched in the face, or both I don't know. But one thing for sure, I have to look after his wounds. After I find Kameron and bring him back I'll treat both of their wounds. I walk out of the room, my head a mess. I can only have one, but how will my heart survive choosing? And if I take too long will I lose them both?

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A lot of dramatic things in this chapter, not much action, but Alex has realized something very important. I'm going to update as soon as possible. Stay awesome 