Alpha Dom (Completed)

Chapter 16

Songs for this chapter:

Coldplay ~ Lovers in Japan

Frank ocean ~ Pink matter

Plain white t's ~ Someday

Ed sheeran ~ Small bump

The neighbourhood ~ Let it go

Paramore ~ The circle

Macklemore ~ Inhale deep

Green day ~ Holiday

And

Panic at the disco ~ Let's kill tonight

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Dom's POV

(Sunday~ Dom's old room)

"So when will she wake up?" I ask Michael.

It's been about two hours since Michael gave Stef that shot and she's been out cold ever since. I'm really worried about her.

"She should be up any minute now, the medicine doesn't last that long."

"What exactly is that medicine?" I can't help but ask because I still feel a small burning sensation on parts of my body. Isn't the phylophen supposed to take the pain away?

"Well phylophen is a medicine that causes you to sleep while your body goes numb from the neck down." So if she's asleep and she can't feel anything from the neck down does that mean her heat is over?

Reading my mind Michael answers my question.

"Her heat still goes on, she's just not awake to feel it, but when she comes to the full moon will still be upon us, and her heat will continue until the sun appears." As Michael explains I mentally curse myself out, because all of this my fault.

"Would sleeping interfere with heat, like would it cease the pain?" I can only hope.

"I wish that's how it worked but even if she tries to sleep the heat will still occur and most likely keep her from trying to sleep, the pain is just too much to even try and sleep through." Shit, so the heat really will last all night.

If we would have stayed home, at our home, we wouldn't even be here right now. We could have been all snuggled up in our bed. I could have held her in my arms and kisses all the pain away. She wouldn't have had to get that fucking shot, and just by watching her distance herself away from Michael told me that she dislikes needles. I could have prevented all of this shit!

"Stop blaming yourself." Unaware that Stef has woken up I rush to her bedside at the sound of her voice.

"Your awake, how do you feel?" I disregard her waking comment.

"It still hurts." She confesses.

All I want right now to is pull her into my arms, she looks so drained.

Her chocolate eyes have sunken to a deep brown color, her plump pink lips hold small cracks due to dehydration, and her body just lays still beneath me.

"Could I have some water?" Her voice is low but I hear her loud and clear.

I look to Michael because there's no way in hell I'm leaving her side right now.

He's quiet been quiet for a few minutes now.

"I'll get it." He reads my thoughts then leave the room.

"What time is it?" She asks as she stirs in the bed.

I haven't kept track of time myself so I check my phone and the time reads "Eleven thirty-five."