What is Truth

Chapter 3

I grunted, my body aching everywhere, clenching and unclenching my fingers, elated that I was finally lying down. Wait. I was lying down on a bed, a comfy bed at that.

“Don’t be scared. You’re in a doctor’s clinic. You have malnutrition and mild blood loss. Don’t try to move too much for your own good.” My eyes flew open at the voice. Blinding white lights caused me to slam my eyes back shut, blinking a few times to readjust, and even after a few moments I was squinting and a migraine was forming in my head.

The room wasn’t plain white like I was expecting with a doctor in scrubs, and the smell of cleaners weren’t lingering in the air. There were no beeping machines either. It was full of color and brighter than anything. Despite the former warnings, I maneuvered myself into a semi sitting position against the pillow behind me. I groaned loudly at the feeling of my muscles moving once again, stiff from stillness. The room spun while I looked around then down at myself.

The sight I saw almost made me scream, my pale skin was barely covered with a white night gown. Someone had changed me. In the attempt of moving my hair out of my face, I noticed an I.V. was in my arm, and attached to that, a blood bag dangling from a hook on the ceiling. My wrists were bandaged, and after feeling my neck, I realized that was bandaged too. This definitely wasn’t a hospital. I looked up to see a woman standing in the doorway with a clipboard in hand.

“I thought I told you not to move around too much,” She said. The woman had light brown hair that was pulled up in a tight bun. Glasses stood on the bridge of her nose, covering her eyes. She wore a white lab coat. She looked young but the tone in her voice told me she was a mom, meaning hopefully she was older than I thought.

“Where am I?” I replied.

“You’re a patient in my clinic. It isn’t my job to tell you everything. When you woke I sent for the Alpha, and he should be here soon. He’ll answer all of your questions. Aggravated, I sat there, looking around the room until I heard the sound of a door open. A few seconds later a guy came in. “Alpha,” the doctor said respectively. My eyes widened. This guy was way too young to be in charge here. He was possibly only a few years older than me. Not only that but he was attractive, also. Tall, muscled structure, broad shoulders, and a strong jaw, he was built for fighting, or boxing at least.  He had sun-kissed skin and light brown hair like the woman. His eyes were a deep forest green, and looking at them made me realize he was staring at me the whole time. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks, as I looked away. That intense gaze of his startled me. It was full of authority and power. I heard his steps as he walked to the side of the bed.

“Check her for signs,” he ordered, inspecting me. I watched at the doctor walked over to her table then to me.

“This shouldn’t hurt,” she said coming back to me.  A bright light shined into my eyes, worsening the headache forming and as it was removed I blinked back spots impairing my vision. Next she took a cup of something powdery and held it up to my nose. Breathing in, I scrunched my nose and pushed it away, the intense smell of garlic lingered in my nose. What are they trying to do? Give me a headache? Something told me she wasn’t done yet, and I was right. She had me open my mouth as she looked around inside with one of those mirrors dentists use.

“What’s all this for?” I said, not understanding as the lady wrote down on her clipboard.

“Watch my finger,” she said ignoring my question. I watched as she moved it up and down before I felt something sharp scratch my arm.

“Ow!” I yelled, yanking my arm back from the guy who beforehand hadn’t done anything but stare. Looking down a slight cut was slit on my arm, blood starting to well in the wound. The guy gave a sly grin like a little kid who knew he did something bad, and somehow that made me find him more attractive.