Rejection and Desire (Completed)

chapter thirteen

Chase's POV

She wants me to stay, so she does want me. Yeah. My wolf and I howl in absolute delight, as I sit back down.

"Okay, so have you had any past problems with regards to blood pressure?" She gets questioned.
    
"Yes I use to weigh 374 pounds. So I had my obvious problems with blood pressure." She says sombre like.

"Okay. Next question." He scribbles some notes down,"Have you been eating lots of regular meals due to you being a wolf your body tends to power through calories rather quickly. "

She scoffs and starts laughing, "Like I'd get regular meals..."

"Okay." The doctor frowns at her and so do I.

"Don't you get food at school?" The doctor looks at me for clarification.

"She does..." Then I remember macaroni cheese and chips in my hair.

"Okay next question." The doctor asks,"Where did the bruises come from?"

She looks at him and seems to visibly sink. Her eyes flash that red again, why do they do that?

"I'm not getting an answer." The doctor frowns at her.

"Yeah, stop being so rude. More than likely she got in a fight." Her dad snaps as he glares at her.

"Yeah... Probably." She mumbles.

"Well you've got a significant guardian here so I can discharge you." The doctor says.

"I think you and I need to have a talk." He looks at her, then his eyes fall on me,"Alpha."

"Hello." I answer looking at her, her smile is gone.

Her face has gone blank, this can't be the same girl. No it can't be. Her gaze doesn't leave the bed her knees pulled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Her chin resting on her knee as she looks distant.

"The discharge papers are here." The doctor hands them to her dad.

She gets up still a bit shaky, as she stands to her feet.

"Where are the clothes I came in?" She asked as she looks down at her pyjamas.

"In the bag." I say pointing at the bag that has her other pyjamas in it.

"Cool, I'll just go get changed in the bathroom." She quickly jogs to it holding her clothes to her chest.

We all stand there waiting for her.

"Sir. I don't think those bruises are from a fight." The doctor looks at her dad.

"What you calling me a liar?" Her father growls.

"No sir, its just if she'd been in a fight she maybe would have had bruises on her knuckles or done damage to the normal places." The doctor explains.

"And I know my own daughter she's a little shit for fighting nowadays." He says and I feel my eyes flash, no she's a little shit for listening in.

But her father's reaction was almost defensive, harsh. Does he know the real cause? She comes out.

"Ready to go." Her dad tells her.

"Yes." She smiles,"One last thing I'll give my number to Chase for helping me."

As she gets a piece of paper and begins to write in her neat print, she folds it in half handing it to me. Giving me a quick hug she quietly whispers,"Please try to remember that day what you said all those years ago..."

Her dad pulls her of me,"come on then let's go home."

He drags me out of the hospital and I wave at him, as I'm harshly dragged away. I'm so fucking dead...