How Can I Love My Enemy?

Chapter 13

We walked toward the patient rooms. He took me to a room at the end of the hall. I walked inside and found Nick lying unconscious on the bed. He had ivs and lots of different machines attached to him. I sat in the chair next to his bed and grabbed his hand. He felt as lifeless as he looked. If the heart monitor wasn't beeping, indicating he still had a pulse, I would have thought that he was dead. His skin a pale white instead of having a slight tan, his face had lost almost all of its color.

He looked fragile in his dead-like state, it was as if he would break at the slightest touch. All I could do was cry. In pain, suffering, and  sadness. The thought of losing him was unbearable, I can't live without him. He's supposed to be my enemy, and I'm supposed to hate him for what he did, but I just can't.

After a week filed with no sleep and crying till I couldn't cry anymore, Nick finally woke up. He opened his eyes, squinting, while trying to adjust to the light. He tried too sit up, but it resulted in a fail, it caused him to much pain. I steadied him before he could fall backwards, and slowly lowered my into his back once again. When he saw me, his eyes were suddenly filled with joy. His arm reached up and caressed my cheek, as if to ensure I was real and not a dream. I put my hand over his and leaned into it.

He pulled my face towards his, so he could kiss me, but before he could, the doctor came in.

Why did he have to walk in? And of all times, he chose now. Why do people have to be such rejects?

"I'm just here to check your blood-pressure and some of your vitals and then I'll be gone." Nick nodded his head in response. I sat back down in my chair, still holding his hand, while the doctor did his "procedure." Once he was done, he wrote everything down on a piece of paper on his clipboard. "Nick, there are some people here to see you. Should I send them in?"

"Yes." He said his voice raspy from being asleep and not having any water since he's been up. The doctor walked back over to the door and beckoned for some people to come in.

Not at all to my surprise, Ben, Jerry, and their little posse walked in. I didn't want to have anything to do with them, so I got up and tried to leave. I was stopped by Nick who pulled me back to him. He never let go of my hand, so neither did I.

"Hey Nick, you look like shit." Ben said, completely serious.

"Yeah, look at you. I mean, dude,you're laying in a hospital bed right now." I rolled my eyes at him

Well duh, he was just in a fight with rogues. What else do you expect.

"Nick." Tyler said.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you holding her hand?" He said disgusted, not bothering to cover it up.

"Am I not allowed to hold my mate's hand?" He asked, clearly annoyed at what Tyler had just asked. I kept my head down the whole time. My strawberry-blonde hair covering my face.

"Wait she's your mate? Dude that's fucked up."

"Why is that fucked up?" I asked, I already disliked him, but this just made me want to rip his head off.

"Because you're a fat, ugly, stupid, birch. No one likes you. He's probably just being nice to you because he pities you. I mean, look at you, who would even want to go out with you." He said, disgusted that I was even there. I got up, and ran over to him. I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground. He struggled trying to get out of my grip, but that only made me tighten it. The rest of the boys were trying to get me off of him, but ended up failing. Nick was telling at me to put Tyler down, but I didn't listen. My eyes glowed a deep, blood-red by now. Just before Tyler lost consciousness, I was pulled off of him. He slid to the floor, gasping for breath. Cowering away from me, the boys helped him up. I turned around to see who had stopped me, and saw my dad and Alpha.

Alpha grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door. I didn't even try to struggle, for it would have been useless. My dad followed behind us, as we walked toward one of Alpha's offices. I was told to sit in the chair across the desk from Alpha and he took a seat, my dad standing next to him.

"Why did you attack Tyler?" Alpha asked, sternly.

"He said, and I quote, ' Wait she's your mate? Dude that's fucked up.' and when I asked why it was fucked up, he replied, 'Because you're a fat, ugly, stupid, birch. No one likes you. He's probably just being nice to you because he pities you. I mean, look at you, who would even want to go out with you.'" I said, annoyed with the fact that I was taken away from Nick for this. "May I go now? I would really like to see Nick now." I asked, almost pleading.

"Yes, but if you attack one more person, you will be grounded for a lot more than just a week." My dad replied for Alpha. I nodded and started to walk back to Nick's room in the hospital wing.

I walked in and say down next to Nick once again. He was to busy talking to the boys to notice that I came in. The boys said goodbye after another ten minutes of talking, completely unaware that I was there. When they left, Nick finally looked over at me, noticing that I was there. He grabbed my hand once again, only this time he held it closer to him.

"If I wasn't in this hospital bed, I would have liked his ass for saying that to you. None of it is true, I swear. Alex, do you believe me?" He looked up at me, his eyes filled with worry that I might say no. It poisoned me to see him like that, worried that I wouldn't believe him over some jerk.

I nodded my head, and leaned down to kiss him. There was a knock at the door before I could kiss him. I was about to pull away, when Nick's other hand pulled me closer too him, so he could kiss me. When he did, I could have cared less about who was at the door. Nick was all I needed. We pulled away when someone cleared their throat. I blushed and sat down completely embarrassed. Nick let our a groan when I stopped kissing him. We looked up to see the doctor standing at the end of his bed.

"What's up, doc?" He said, mimicking bugs bunny. I giggled, looking at my hands were folded neatly in my lap.

"Well, Nick, I came in here too tell you that you should be able to start walking by the end of the day and on Friday took should be able to leave. Also, Nick, don't call me doc again." He said threatening. When he left, we both started to laugh, unable to control it any longer.

"You are so good at that." I giggled.

"I know."

"So are you excited?"

"For what?"

"For starters, you get to start walking."

"And?"

"You also get to go home on Friday."

"Right now, I don't care about any of that. You know what I want right now?"

"What?"

"For you to kiss me again. That's the first time I've kiss you in a little over a week, I think."

"It's been about a week yes, but how could I have kissed you, you were unconscious the whole time."

"Well I'm not now, am I?"

"I guess, but every time we try someone interrupts us, and it makes me so mad. All I want to do right now is kiss you."

"Well if that's the case, you won't mind if I did this." And with that, he kissed me.