My Mate's Babies.

Chapter Five.

Chapter 5.

Pain. That's all I felt.

I was engulfed in darkness, yet I could hear people shuffling around and moving about. I tried to pry my eyes open, but they felt as though they were glued shut.

I felt a warm hand take mine in and I gripped it back in return.

"Mom, she's awake, hurry mom," I heard someone shout, which caused me to wince slightly as my head was pounding.

I heard someone run in and and listen to my heartbeat using a stethoscope.

"Sophia, Sophia, can you hear me? If you can squeeze my hand again," I heard another voice say.

Using the smallest amount of strength left I had in me, I squeezed their hand to indicate that I could hear them. I tried to speak, but my throat felt dried as though I hadn't drank anything for days.

"She's awake! Ok, Sophia, I want you to open your eyes very, very carefully, ok?" that same deep voice asked again.

Slowly, I tried to open my eyes, with as much effort as I could. As soon as my eyes opened, I was always blinded by the lights. Lifting my weak hand, I placed in on top of my eyes.

"Hold on, let me turn the lights off," the man spoke again.

Few seconds later, I felt them sit next to me again as the bed dipped.That voice seemed familiar, their scent seemed familiar too.

I removed my hands from my eyes and took him in, it was Alpha. He looked at me, worried but relieved when he saw me looking at him. I looked around and noticed an IV machine on my right and plently on tubes sticking out from my arm.

"Oh thank God you're ok Soph!" he said.

I tried to say something, but my voice was too dried. He must've noticed this because he put a glass of cool water and allowed me to sip it. After nearly finshing the whole glass of water, I nodded, telling him that it was enough.

"W-what happened to me?" my voice sounded raspy, like I hadn't spoken it days.

"You shifted, but because you didn't have your mate, it was more painful and because you are too weak, you fell in coma until you were healed enough to wake up," he explained.

I tried to sit up but winced when I felt like one of my bones in my arm was on the verge of breaking off and laid back.

"Careful, you're still weak!" he scolded. "And I need to get my mom and Emma, she's waiting to meet you because she wanted to appologise."

He blanked out for a minute and looked like he was mind-linking someone. Moments later, the door flung opened and Emma walked in with sorrow and guilt clear on her face. She looked too pale and skinnier than last time, with red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes. I was confused, why was she feeling guilty?

She ran to my bed and kneeled down beside me and sobbed, "Sophia, I'm so, so, so, so sorry that I asked you about your mate. If I hadn't then maybe you wouldn't have gone through such a painful shift!"

I was shocked, why was she blaming herself. She really was a stupid girl sometimes.

Even though my arms, or any part of my body, protested in pain, I lifted my arm and gently rubbed her arm. "Shhh, hey, it's not your fault, ok? Don't ever blame yourself. I was bound to shift sooner or later and it's not your fault my mate isn't here, so it was going to be painful anyways," I soothed her.

Her sobs quitened down a little, but she still kneeled in front of me, with tears streaming down her face and looking at the floor like a five-year-old child, who was being punished, while hiccupping very loudly that it filled the whole room.