I Won't Let You Forget...

Chapter Two

-Monica Thompson's POV-

I screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

I felt a slick liquid on my skin and it was dripping from me. I felt something lightly tap my skin and stick to me and the fire grew. Someone had doused me in gasoline and dropped a match on my arm. This fire burned stronger and hotter, I could feel it in my veins. When suddenly it was gone.

My surroundings were all blurred together and then my vision snapped back into focus then blurred again and back. Everything I could see was white and gray and that's when it struck me that I was in the pack infirmary. That I was not drenched in gasoline, but in my own sweat. That I was not burned to a crisp, and that it was a tube that was sticking out of my skin hooked up to a plastic bag of something and not a match.

My insides still pricked with pain every once and a while, but I was able to control myself and sit up. With doing this I convulsed then leaned over the bed side and threw up. I wiped my mouth and looked around.

There were tools lying on a metal table on the other side of the room, the walls were all made up of white panels with gray lines helping to line each square. There was a blonde man sitting in the near corner with his head in his hands.

"Andrew?" I croaked and immediately his head snapped up.

"My god, Monica! What the hell happened to you?" He said coming closer with worried eyes.

"I-I don't know... I was in so much pain, I couldn't do anything." I said, staring down at the palms of my hands.

"We were all so worried when you broke down on the stage." He said taking hold of my right hand, but I just pulled it out of his grasp and put it back in my lap.

"Where are my parents?" I asked confused as to why he was here and the were not, "Why aren't they here, but you are?"

"Mona, it's almost 11:00 p.m. you've been screaming for the last two hours. I told them to go to bed and get some rest while I kept watch over you as the future Beta of this pack and your friend." Andrew gave me a hurt look but kept his hands in his lap.

"Okay, well now that its over you can leave and so can I." I told him while trying to get up but he just pushed my shoulders back down onto the bed.

"The pack doctor wants to hold you in for the next couple of days."

"Oh my gosh! I'm fine! Look at me I can move I can talk and if you'd let me I could walk." I looked at him with an irritated look.

"Okay let's see it. And when you can't your going to lay down and let me put this in you." He said with an evil smile and a wink while he pulled the tube out of my arm.

"You're gross, you know that?" I told him while I swung my legs over the other side of the bed.

I put one foot on the ground then the other and stood up straight. My knees were shaky but I could stand. I took one step and another, soon I was down at the foot if the bed but it became more and more of a struggle with each step.

"See I'm perfectly fine." I said a little breathlessly while plastering a smile on my face. I started my walk back to the side of the bed I was staying in when both my legs gave out and I rolled my right ankle painfully, I was just about to touch the ground when Andrew caught me by my elbows from behind.

"Dammit Monica! I told you, you weren't ready." He stated while pulling me back to my feet and getting me back in the bed, putting the drip back in my arm.

"You don't need to swear so much." I told him while I laid back with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Maybe I wouldn't if I wasn't so stressed about you being in pain for two hours straight and not listening to me." He said irritatedly and sat back in the chair.