To Fight Back, To Change

Chapter 4 - Hospital Fun! (note the sarcasm)

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*Alexis’s POV*

I woke up to the quiet movement of what I could only assume was a hospital. It stank of bleach and medical supplies and only reminded me of death that seemed to sweep through this place of healing.  It reminded me of my parents which in turn made me dizzy and ill-feeling. I really can’t stand hospitals.

A nurse came in, kindly looking with a soft pudgy face which made me instantly like her. “Hello, darling.” She said with a sort of strange accent. “Glad to see your finally awake, you had quite a fall.”

My dry throat managed to croak out “A fall?” The lady smiled and passed me a plastic cup of water, waiting till I had greedily drank it all before continuing. “Don’t you remember?” I shook my head. “A man brought you in, said he found you on the street, where you’d tripped over some stairs and banged your head.” My eyes widened.

Someone had brought me in? Actually that made sense. I’m pretty sure that even if my wolf overtook I wouldn’t have been able to crawl to the hospital, which had been my theory. Who was it though?

 It couldn’t have been them; they would never have brought me here. Maybe it was a passing jogger, yeah, I’m guessing it was a jogger or a hiker or someone who found me and lied his way into the hospital. “Do you know who?”

The kind lady shrugged. “Happens a lot round here, big city and all.” Big city? My home was in the outback, hours away from any big city…or a hospital for the matter.

“Where am i?” I asked. The lady blushed and hurriedly explained. “My bad, love, old forgetful me. You’re in Watecoast Hospital.”

WATECOAST! That’s HOURS away from my pack house. I gulped, swallowing the shock and managed a small weak smile. “Thanks, but I’m a little tired…” The nurse took the hint, cooed, and shuffled out of the room. I sighed heavily feeling my whole body reverberate. 

I slipped out of the bed and grabbed my clothes which were hanging on the end of the cot. I had to get out of here. The hospital was making me nauseous.

 My injuries wouldn’t affect me, they were already healed. Go for werewolf powers.  I slowly walked out of Watecoast Hospital, having no idea where I could go to get home.*Alpha’s POV*

I was worried, extremely, extremely, worried. Alexis had been gone for three whole days. I had sent out search parties to find her in the surrounding areas but they made no discoveries. Though I doubt that they actually tried. I had begun dreading what had happened to her.

 I hadn’t been able to protect her, and she didn’t even know how much danger she was in! What if hehad gotten to her?  He had been her parent’s killers, what if he had found her. Oh god, I sunk to my knees. Oh god oh god oh god.

 I had sent the whole pack out in my rage earlier, so no-one was left but me when the door in the house opened. I was trembling in my rage. How dare someone come back, especially after only looking for a short time!

My rage-filled figure was confronted with the tired face of Alexis. When I saw her standing in the doorway, perfectly fine, I ran and pulled her into a strong fatherly hug. Saying “He hasn’t got you, he hasn’t found you, he hasn’t got you, he hasn’t found you.”  Over and over again.

*Alexis POV*

Three buses! That’s what it had taken me to get back to the pack house. THREE BUSES! Three hours of sitting on smelly, gum-ridden seats surrounded by people who mostly forget to wear deodorant! And then, when I had finally found my way back, after half an hour walking only to be confronted with a site that I had never seen before and never imagined I would ever see.

Alpha Bayden (yes, that’s his last name.)  crying. The moment I stepped into the house  his whole entire figure just crumbled. It was like a balloon filled with hot-air rapidly deflating. And to make it even more shocking he pulled me into an enormously too-tight hug and kept repeating that someone didn’t get me continuously.

 I stood there for a good ten minutes before separating myself from the dripping Alpha and pulling him into his office. When we reached there, the first thing he did was grab out a huge glass of whisky, slump into his seat and chug. The Alpha had never been a drinking man, so this just added to the already odd scene ahead of her. And frankly, it was scaring me. Maybe even more scary than the thought of facing my tormentors again.

“Alpha?” I timidly said, fearing that any loud noise would shatter the figure of the man in front of me. He sighed his hand holding the man’s seemingly too heavy head up.

“I promised your father.” He said brokenly. “I promised him. I promised your Father that I would always protect you. That I’d never let him find you, never let him know your even alive.”

“Him? Who is him?” I asked, but the Alpha seemed to be in another world entirely. His eyes once gleaming looked distant and tired.

“I promised them the moment I found your Mother, pregnant with you and your Father holding the hands of two very scared, young toddlers on the side of the road.”

On the side of the road? My mind whirred and I heavily sat onto the brown chair to my side, trying to understand what the Alpha was saying. I wanted to ask questions but I was afraid that if I stopped him, I would never find out. So I kept on listening.

“Then you disappeared and I thought – oh god – I thought he’d found you. I thought he had discovered you  and come back. He had no want for your siblings or your Father. All he wanted was your mother and if he couldn’t have her then he made sure that no-one else could. He found your parents and he, god, he killed them. And he didn’t even know about you. I think he suspected it. But I don’t think he truly knows about you. You being his…..” The once strong werewolf broke down.

My mind was bursting. And it took a lot of effort to speak calmly. “Who, Alpha, who is after me?” I put in enough force into my voice that I dared.  There was a long time of silence when the Alpha did nothing but stare at the lines in the desk.

I began to think he would never answer when he took a huge sniff and looked directly at me. Regret and pain layering his face and then he said the three words that, out of everything, ripped me down to my very core.

“You’re biological father."

I backed out of the suddenly suffocating room, my whole world crashing down. What. What? WHAT! No, no, My Father isn’t…my Father….my Father is Mark Morbern. MARK MORBERN. It can’t be…..anyone…else! It just- it can’t! My heart pumped in my throat and my gut constricted painfully.  

“No.” I forcefully pushed out. Now facing the Alpha sitting on the chair as If the world rested on his shoulders. “NO!” But he didn’t say anything. He just looked sorry.  My wolf howled, wanting to rip him apart for his lies.  No, I thought to myself, no, I don’t believe it. Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face.

My Father was a good man. He would hold me up on his shoulders and run until we were both breathless and laughing. My Father loved my Mother with every being in his body. My Father was a joker and an easy to laugh person, who would wear teacherly tweed jackets no matter how funny he looked. My Father taught me how to run and how to use a knife and fork.

My Father would bring home a bunch of roses and give it to my Mother, swinging her around just for the hell of it. Then he’d pick up Clara and Marco and swing them around too while I clung to my laughing Mother. Then we’d collapse on the floor and eat pizza for dinner and laugh and joke and just…be happy.

 My Father was the most amazing man I knew, I mean… My father wasn’t…he wasn’t a….. a murderer. My Father would never hurt other people! I turned and sprinted down the hallway.  Only to pass the packed lounge-room and run into a solid form.