Omega Heart

Chapter 5

Reina's P.O.V

The door to my room opened and a yellow rectangle of light to fell into the darkness.

I didn't even look at who was at my door.

”Reina.. You need to eat.” Lilianna took a few steps in. ”It's your favorite... Baked Mac n Cheese.”

I looked straight ahead and didn't answer. 

”Reina,” Lilianna sat next to me on the bed, ”Nathan wouldn't want you to be like this.”

At the mention of his name I put my face into my palms. The tears came, and I knew they wouldn't end for another few hours.

Lilianna draped her arms over my violently shaking body.

”Reina, he's gonna be okay.” She gave me a squeeze and let go to grab one of my hands.

”You should go see him at the hospital.. It'll make him stonger.”

And with that she left the room.

”No,” I whispered silently, and hugged a pillow. I felt the horrible feeling, that meant it would soon be over. ”Nathan fight for us!” I screamed and cried into a pillow. But not because of the pain I felt of a little more of my wolf slipping away.

Because I knew.

He was losing the fight for his life, and half of my wolf would be lost with him too.

I don't care about my wolf though. It's him im worried for.

I put down the pillow onto my lap, wiped my tears, and blew my nose into a tissue.

”Man up, Reina,” I mumbled to myself.

It was time to leave this room. I had been in here 8 days. No food. Nothing.

I couldn't have felt more weak right now,  but the thought of Nathan gave me the strength to stand up, and get dressed.

I walked downstairs, into the living room.

”Im going out.”

That was all I gave them.

Im coming, Nathan.

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I threw a hundred at the taxi driver.

”Keep the change,” I said, on the way out. I was to focused on Nathan to worry about stupid luxuries, like money.

I walked through both sets of sliding doors and went up to the receptionist.

”Nathan Bradshaw.”

She eyed me suspiciously. ”Only family members in ICU.”

”Well good for me,” I took off my dark sunglasses, ”A sister should be able to see her unconscious brother.”  My poker face was nothing to be messed with.

She sat wide eyed at the desk. ”Room 264,” she said quickly, and turned to another computer screen.

I walked down the halls, looking at the little plates above the doors.

258..

260..

262..

264.

I looked through the observation window. My knuckles must've turned white, from how hard I was gripping the sill.

I put my hand on the doorknob and turned it, slowly.