Bloody Fangs and a Howl

Chapter 2. ¿Mate?

It seemed as though I was awake hours ago, but my eyes still haven't opened as yet. I would hear muffled voices and frantic movements around me, but my disoriented state wouldn't allow me to know where.

Silence.

That was all that there was at this point. I grew sick of it. I tried to move any part of my severely beaten body, but to no advail. I laid motionless. I was just about ready to give up until my index finger twitched, just a little, but it was enough to bring me temporary relief.

'At least I'm not dead... yet.' I thought to myself. I gathered as much strength I could and tried to peel my crusty swollen eyes open. I made an attempt to look around, but my frickin' eyesight kept fucking me over. Everything was blurry and every sound was an inaudible mummur. I strained my neck to look at my surroundings and I was immediately greeted with a blinding light that made me groan. What the heck? I squinted my eyes until they were met with the most beautiful pair of orbs I had ever seen. Damn. Even in this state, I seemed to be very observant.

"Are you ok?" The husky masculine voice rumbled. Lord help me. I swear, it was the hardest to keep my legs closed.

All of sudden, my vision came into focus as I examined him. The man was literally ethreal, I honestly haven't seen someone as god-like as him.

Great... there goes my heart and my panties.

He was dressed casually in a tight black Polo shirt that hugged his biceps, along with black damaged denim jeans that hugged something else quite well. Might I say, he looked delicious.

"Hellooo?" He drawled, waving a large hand in front of my heated face.

"Damn boy, you really out here looking like that, huh...." I said drinking him in some more. I didn't even acknowledge the weird statement I just made until he said...

"What?"

"What?"

In came the silence again, this time it was filled with a little awkward tension. The guy just stared at me with his brows slightly furrowed and a small smirk.

"Uhm... okay then. Glad to see that you're awake." He said, "Give me sec. Nurse?" He called out and walked outside of the room.

Wait a minute... did he say 'nurse'? Am I in a hospital?! Oh God, no. I hated hospitals, they always smelled like death and disinfectant. I started to panic a little bit... well... alot.

Mr. Pretty Face ---the only thing to describe him as since I don't know his name--- came back with a worried expression and a straight faced nurse lady tailing behind him.

"Celene Romeo?" The nurse spoke in a clear voice.

I nodded. "Yes, that's me." I said, cringing at my sound of parched voice.

'Mr. Pretty Face' stood in the corner with his arms folded, observing me intently and making me flustered. Damn it.

"I am Josaline, but you can call me Josie. I will be your nurse until you make a fully recovery. I have good news and bad news." She said worriedly. Now this had me perked up, as well as 'Mr. Pretty Face'.

"It appears that you were around 5 to 6 months pregnant. Unfortunately, you lost the baby due to the injuries you've required along with a slight concussion and 4 broken ribs. Appearantly, your ribs impaled the baby. We were unable to save the poor thing in time." Josie shook her head, making her curled brown hair sway. I stared at her, trying to comprehend and digest everything she said.

"That was the bad news. The good news is that you are recovering well from both the miscarriage and your previous injuries. I'm certain that you'll start feeling better in no time." She finished a little wearily with a forced smile, as though she was expecting me to flip out.