Beloved

Chapter Thirty-Four

Kristen's POV

"You really should rest,"

"You're just as hurt as me, and you won't heal as quick," remarked another person and my entire blood flow stopped for a second as the voice hit my ears.

A huff sounded and the first person answered, "Fine, we should probably both rest, then."

"I don't care if it takes her days to become fully conscious again, I'm staying,"

Something scraped against the floor and a whispered "see you," flowed through the air around me. I wished I could squint my eyes open and satisfy my curiosity, but my entire body was numb. Wherever I was, it was quiet. Was I alone?

Something warm glided over my thigh and left a trail of hot sparks, making my heart tumble around in my rib cage. An ear piercing tone sounded from my right and the heat-fueling object on my thigh disappeared within a nanosecond.

"Kristen? Can you hear me?" It sounded desperate. I wanted to open my eyes, open my mouth and scream, "yes! Just turn off that awful beeping!"

The voice continued asking questions I couldn't answer and only stopped when clicking footsteps emerged.

"What happened, Alpha?" Another male voice.

"I touched her and it just started. Can she hear me? Is she waking up?" The second person got attacked with the same questions he had for me. The beeping finally stopped even though it had started to fade from my noticing.

"She might be. There's a possibility it's completely random, though, Alpha." A grunt came in response and the clicking footsteps dissolved.

"She looks good, you have nothing to worry about." A smacking door sounded and everything was quiet again.

• • •

My tongue had never been this dry. As I sank some leftover salvia, the flesh in my mouth cracked and nausea spread through my throat. I let out a raspy groan, still working on opening my glued shut eyes. Everything felt dry and sickening, but a strong will to sense my surroundings had me forcing my eyes to blink open. The blurred, white light pierced my sight. I squinted, trying to gain control of my senses.

My body started moving by instinct. My ankles twisted, cracking and popping my bones. I rolled my shoulders and neck, hoping the cracks would heal my thumping headache.

I was in a hospital room. The clinical smell of disinfectant, perfumed soaps, and medicine with synthetical fruity flavors. I was by myself. Feeling helpless, I wished someone was here with me. But the feeling of misplacement and distrust was stronger. A needle had captured one of my veins in my wrist and I unshakably pulled it out of my skin, ignoring the blood that bubbled up.

As I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, an unstoppable pain paralyzed my right leg. The source: my thigh. Flashbacks of sharp teeth clamping down on the bandaged area of my leg chased through my head. Fur and cherry red.

A chair, which stank of dust, stood nearby my bed and my clammy hands quickly gripped the wooden frame. Curse words would be leaving my lips in mile long strings if it hadn't been for my completely parched mouth. I had to stick with making up the most gruesome words I could in my head. The pain spread through my entire body and made my eyes sting, but determinedly lifted myself from the bed. My arms violently shook. As I got every limb off the bed, my arms gave out and I heavily hit the ground. A hum came from my throat, trying to keep myself from just staying in that exact position and wait for help.