What is Love, Alpha?

Chapter 6

Okay, please dont kill me! I know its been a EPICALLY long time. But Ive really been trying to finish the books Ive entered in the Watty awards so i don't have to worry about them.

Anyways, ENJOY!!

Chapter 6

Emily

                Once again, I found myself sitting in a hospital bed, dressed in a flimsy gown. The stark white walls were quite blinding, considering I had spent half my life in darkness. They were also getting a little too familiar for my liking.

                The look on Antons face before leaving the house was more than worry; it was pure concern. He looked practically sick with anxiety, to the point where I was almost concerned about his wellbeing.

                Thankfully, he had managed to drive us to the hospital without having an episode.

                Somehow, I hadn't imagined him to be such a worrier. Although our time together had been rather short, I knew him to some level; and being easily concerned just didn't fit him.

                So what had him all anxious? That's my question. I refused to believe it was me. He hadn't known me for two whole days, any worry for me would be impossible.

                He's worried because of you, not for you, I told myself to make the entire situation make sense. He was seriously regretting helping me. Worry for the safety of his pack; that's what it had to be. After all, there was always the huge possibility I would draw Christian to his pack.

                Because I didn't consider Anton stupid, I knew he had already thought of this. So the question is; why did he bring me home? If he knew I was a threat to his precious pack, why would he help me?

                Already, he had me more confused than I had ever been; something that didn't sit well with me.

                I pushed away the confusion as best as I could. If, at some point Anton kicked me out, I would face whatever came my way. There was no use in stressing over it when I knew it was unavoidable.

                I fell back onto the uncomfortable bed with a small gust of air. Anton, who was pacing before my bed anxiously, looked up at the movement. I met his eyes, not sure why he kept looking at me. What could he find in my dull, lifeless eyes that intrigued him?

                I made sure to keep my face blank, but I felt as if he could still understand what I was thinking, which was ridiculous. There was no way this man I had just met knew anything about how I felt. Even Christian, who had known me most my life, didn't understand how I saw things; then again, it's not like he cared.

                Our gazes broke apart as the door opened, reveling the same Doctor Phillips from the day before.  Anton immediately turned on him. His worry gave way slightly to make room for a very expectant look.

                Docs' eyes flashed to me before settling on Anton.

                "Well good news," he started, looking completely serious. We both waited silently. "She isn't going to die." He finished, dropping the file in his hands on his desk. He dropped into a chair as Anton snorted and rolled his eyes.

                "Great observation, Doc." He praised sarcastically.

                "Like that isn't what you were worried about," Doc murmured before opening the file. It didn't make any sense, but Anton did seem less concerned; weird.