The never ending kind

26- Guilt Gives Me Candy

While I was laid up for those few days in the infirmary bed, I more often than not woke up to 'get well' cards and different random bags of candy. Sometimes I was actually awake for it, but after the fourth or fifth person to take privileges by pinching my cheeks, trying to feed me or using the baby voice... Let's just say that I had more incentive to sleep even when I wasn't given medication by the doctor.

In fact, I had my eyes closed as someone else left a card. When I was just about to open them, I heard someone else step in, so continued my possum play. Unlike most of the others, they actually sat in one of the chairs and I soon heard a rustling sound, followed by some crunching.

"I hope you plan to send thank you cards to all the people that visited and left gifts for you," My eyes flashed open when I heard Razel's voice. He was still in his 'male' form, being that he recognized himself as a type of gender fluid individual. 

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Then I suppose you should also make sure, considering you've ate candy from several of the 'get well' gifts."

He was leaned back with one ankle up on the other knee, an open bag of candy settled in his palm. At this comment, his eyes flashed and he rolled up the bag of candy before unceremoniously dropping it back into the pile. He then abruptly leaned forward, elbows on knees and fingers steepled, "Do you really feel so confident around me as to give such a snarky response?"

For some odd reason, I felt very out of my depth and a cold sweat slipped down the small of my back. I pushed further into the pillows I was sitting up against, crossing my arms and pursing my lips, "W-whatever."

"Uh huh, just think about who will be taking care of you."

"G- Shit, why can't you guys just leave me alone! I'm so sick of being treated like this!" I pulled off and tore into anything I could get my hands on, only getting angrier when Razel's figure and actions vaguely came into play. "I hate you! I hate you all! I wish I had died!"

My arms and legs worked instinctually, eyes clouded in anger, desperation and frustration. I didn't care what happened to me. My life was finally going right- or at least doing better; getting better. Now, it was similar to what I got away from.

***

I woke up some time later.

I could hear dripping water as someone hadn't fully turned the faucet off. A squeak and the water fully stopped. Footsteps walked towards me before seating themselves next to my bed. I could feel how close they were and my eyes shot open when they shifted the hair from my forehead.

I growled and snapped at them, eyes finally focusing on who it was. It was Alpha DooDoo with two other chairs next to him piled with papers. Wanting to knock and damage anything I could, only a clink and jiggling sounded in response.

Looking down, I realize I was restrained to the bed. When I tried to tear, I found my hands and feet encased in some impervious material. Stuck as I was, I even tried to bite at myself, only to find a thick material blocking my mouth from my shoulder. 

But that didn't stop me from trying anything I could to get out of my predicament. I screamed and thrashed. I tried to slip my hands from the straps. I wore myself out until I panted tiredly, finally only able to glower as I watched the IV continue to drip fluid into the tube leading to my arm. The uniform went from my neck to my wrists and ankles, the area where the IV went in at the elbow was wrapped in gauze around the cloth itself.

"You done? Tuckered out? Finished with your temper tantrum?"

"Smoke. You," I growled at him.

His eyes flashed as he leaned over me, pressure building until a whine issued from my mouth. Still, he stayed over me and growled until my body instinctually had me look away and bare my neck. It was an emasculatingly terrifying situation. I shook as a warm sweat covered my body.

"I haven't truly used this on you before, have I," Alpha D-Darien was still hovering over me as I looked off to the side. "Perhaps that was a mistake. Perhaps there were many mistakes."

He leaned back, the chair creaking tiredly under his weight. The pressure was gone, but not the fear or submissiveness still coursing through me. I could barely dare to look towards him as he rubbed a hand over his face.

Time slipped by, and I started to feel cold, sticky and... Smelly. And it wasn't just the sweat. I'd pissed myself, as embarrassing as that was, in fear. And I'm still stuck in it, but I didn't dare to bring up the fact. Just the thought of him looking at me was a terrifying thought.

The fight was out of me. 

I heard him sigh before raising his head up, causing me to bristle in worry, "Listen, we have a lot to talk about. Both of us together. Just... Just let us get you to one hundred percent in the infirmary and then we'll properly talk it out. That means doing your best to get better. We really don't want to have to force things on you, and we're sorry for being inconsiderate of our treatment of you."

I looked away, down toward where the sink and cabinets were just to the right of the hall that lead to the bathrooms, "Where's the doc?"

My voice sounded terrible. It was blown from all the screaming I did, and it also wanted to make sure I knew it from the dry burn. I looked down and to the right where he office was, as if expecting her to come out at any moment.

"She's gone for now," Alpha Darien could have left it at that, but didn't, "There was a last minute problem with one of the pregnant mates that was too dangerous to move."

"Hm," I hadn't expected him to actually explain why from his own willingness.