The Dark Hunters

Chapter 16

Livy POV

My eyes fly open, and I'm being helped to sit up. Doctors are all around me. Taking my blood pressure, drawing blood, etc. I keep my hand with the tag, clenched, and hope the doctors don't notice.

Then I see him. Braden. He is standing right behind the door. Looking at me. I am in too much shock and pain to speak. I just stare, and give him the smallest of nods, hoping he knows I heard what he said. His crystal blue eyes seem to ask, 'Are you alright?' I want to say yes, but I can barely move. I want to do something.

He continues to stare at me until a doctor starts to turn around, and he vanishes. I sigh.

Its getting easier to breathe now, and I can speak short words without to
much pain.

I keep my fist clenched, and do what the doctors tell me to do.

They start removing the tubes helping me breathe, and tubes that were used to give me fluids, and continue to ask me questions.

I answer them as best I can without giving anything away.

A light is now being flashed in my eyes. I follow the light like I'm told and receive a rub on the back for passing the checkup.

I'm still hooked on a couple machines, but I'm sure I'll be unhooked soon.
The thing about Dark Hunter health, is that we heal faster than humans. Like, if a Dark hunter were to get a cut about a half an inch deep, it would completely heal in about two and a half days. But for a human, it would be a couple weeks or months for it to completely heal.

It doesn't surprise me that 20 minutes later, I am unhooked from all the machines and bandages have been placed around my chest and stomach (to be taken off in about a day. I can take it off by myself ;) ) and on all the places where the needles and tubes had punctured me.

I am in a smelly, wrinkled, paper-like hospital gown. And finally, a nurse leaves and comes back with a pair of ripped jeans, soft black boots, a black tank top and a soft, fuzzy, purple sweater. She also has a tooth brush, tooth paste, and a brush.
"Thank you", I say gratefully and sarcastically. Then I scoop up the clothes, grab my phone from the side table where it must have been put when they brought me here, and let the nurse help me out of the bed.

It's just her now. All the other doctors and nurses have left, knowing that I didn't need help anymore. She leads me to the bathroom and leaves me there.

I quickly shut the door, and unclench my fist. 'Some doctors.' I think to myself. 'Didn't even notice the most important and life threatening thing.

There is a skin colored bump in the middle of my palm. A little red, but god, it hurts. What do I do? The only qualified person I know that can remove these things is Dave. But surely he would tell the Dark Hunter organization and then I'm screwed.

What about Peter? I will find him and kick his ass in prison.

I do need to get cleaned up though. And find Braden. He might know what to do. And I know he won't tell anybody.

I undress and turn on the nice warm water. I wash my hair, and a thought comes to me. Peter hasn't been inside my mind since I woke up. He must be planning something. As if an answer to my question, my hand starts burning and I fall out of the shower, ready to scream. But then the burning stops. That is just the start. I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to invade my body.

I throw on the clothes, and brush my teeth and my long, thick hair. I wrestle the snarls out out of my hair and whip my hair into a ponytail.

I run my hands over the lump in the palm of my right hand. It hurts. Not just physically, but mentally too. I loved Peter since the fifth grade. When I was a Dark Hunter at his elementary. He said he loved me. But he lied. It feels like the whole world has come crashing down on top of me.