The Rogue (Girlxgirl)

Chapter 12.

Shea Jameson

  The ride to the compound was one of the longest of my life, I held onto the beauty in my arms, my fingers running through her hair, across her lightly bruised jaw. She hasn't woken since the accident, had barely moved. We were speeding down the highway so fast, everything passed in a blur, but I didn't care. Not when she was dying in my arms. Not when it felt like my wolf would tear out of my body just at the thought of losing this incredible rogue too soon. "Stay alive." I growl, my voice no where near human. I nuzzle her forehead, her nose, taking in her scent and ignoring everything else. "Go faster goddamn it!" Jacob pressed harder upon the gas, the speed monitor hitting 120 mph, still it didn't feel like they were going any faster than 20. They take a sharp turn toward the compound, like they had so many times. Too many. Too much has this wolf gotten hurt. Too much has she been too far from my reach. She should have let me protect her.
  Why would she when all you do is push her away? I think to myself, tears filling my eyes and my bottom lip trembling. Finally, finally we come to a halt, and I'm out of the car almost before it fully stopped, yet I keep my handle on Sage as gentle as possible. She begins to cough again, blood falling from her lips and onto my shirt. "It's okay sweet girl, it's okay." I murmur gently. Jacob runs ahead, Vixy not far behind him and opened the infirmary door. Dani was ready, along with a healer Vixy had called. How she got here before us I didn't know nor cared, if she could save sage then she had my utmost trust.
"Lay her down alpha, quickly." Dani insists. I hesitate, not wanting to part with her. Vixy must have seen my distress, for she rests her hand upon my back, rubbing gently.
"We need her well and whole, Shea." She murmured. The truth in her words makes my heart hurt. Kissing Sage's forehead once more, I lay her on the hospital bed, taking a step back and allowing them to work. It was a bloodbath as they pumped her full of drugs to keep her sedated and began to cut her open, needing to patch up her most vital organs. The damage was to severe, her shifter healing barely being able to do enough to keep her alive. Any human would be dead. Hell, most wolves would be dead.
"She can't die." I whisper, pushing my fingers through my platinum blonde hair and almost falling to the floor.
  I feel something hit the back of my legs, and I fall into a chair, my eyes mever leaving the body on the table. She looked so fragile, so weak and that hurt me more than I could ever truly admit. My strong rogue. Mine. My hands grip the arms of the chair so hair the wolf snaps beneath my hands yet I ignore it. No one looked at me. Talked to me or even breathed in my direction. Vixy sat with Jacob, who held her close and lightly caressed hair frazzled red hair, th e bruise around her eye had swelled, which wasn't helped by the puffiness of constant crying. It broke my heart to see her this way, for i knew Sage would not want her best friend to feel such heartbreak.

I sink down into my chair, hand coming to cover my mouth, then my eyes. I rub my face, wanting so badly to just go and heal her myself. To make her better, to kiss her. Jealousy still rolled heavily through my mind and body at the thought of Sage with another. Yet she couldn't blame the pretty rogue, especially when I had been playing so hot and cold with her. Never again. Never again would I push her away when I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe sometimes. Her lips, her touch and strength. Her fiestyness, teasing and intelligence. She drew me in and refused to release me. "Just be okay," I whisper to myself, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees. "Be okay and I'll fix this. I'll fix anything you fucking want me to." It was like I couldn't breathe.

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My eyes opened to the sight of the sun coming up. My body was stiff, there was a crick in my neck and my spine felt as tho it had reformed and mutated in my back. Sleeping in an income hospital chair would do that to you. I had no idea when I fell asleep, nor how. There was a blanket draped over body which I quickly pushed off. I scan the room, noting it's emptiness, yet the stench of old blood still hung heavy in the air, even when almost overpowered by the scent of bleach. It was nauseating to say the least. My eyes swept over the beds, panic setting in deep in my bones when I saw that all beds were empty. I jump to my feet, eyes wide and half crazed, my wolf coming forth. My control slipped, the power leaking from my like a faucet and rolling throughout the compound like waves. By the sudden howling, she knew it had caused some of the wolves to shift, the power the alpha held being too much for their wolf to ignore their primal instincts.
  The feeling of a hand resting on my shoulder makes me turn, my eyes locking with chocolate browns, my breath hitched lightly, Sage's face registering in my mind. "Easy there wolfy," she murmured softly, tilting her head to the side and offering me half a smile. She was only wrapped in a towel, her hair hanging damp down her back. She was paler than usual, her eyes showing the tired she must feel bone deep. "Get that worried I would run off on ya?" Sage joked, trying to lighten the mood. Yet it wasn't going to work, not when all I could see in my mind was the way the beautiful black wolf had been so broken the night before. So scared and ok the brink of death. Yet here she was now, standing on her own two feet, and smiling at me as if I hadn't majority fucked up the night before. There were no words to express what I was feeling in that moment. And I decided, that I didn't need them.