Loving The Human

Twenty-Nine

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Edited 11/26/2020

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Hailey

I hate to say it, but I had kind of been avoiding the pack for a few days. I was still reeling from the loss of Brian and the baby. I felt selfish because the pack needed their Luna and they were concerned about me. I just couldn't bring myself to socialize with anyone, except Olivia.

We both were a bit inconsolable right now, but we had silently embraced each other the day after the funeral, before going back to our rooms. I think we both knew we needed time and that when we were ready we would talk and comfort one another.

"You need to at least let someone check you out," Chase said sternly after I refused to leave this room.

"Fine, then send someone up here, but I'm not going in there. Besides, there isn't anything physically wrong with me," I said stubbornly.

It wasn't just that I wasn't ready to talk to people, I wasn't ready to go back to the hospital.

Chase left obviously frustrated, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't bring myself to climb out of the bed and I felt Josh's hands on my body constantly. I felt like no matter how many times I showered that I still had blood on myself.

I felt like a part of me was missing.

A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts as I measly answered, "Who is it?"

"Macy," the voice answered.

I heard the door creak open and footsteps come around the corner of the bed. She slowly crouched down in front of me.

"Do you remember what you said to me on the day of Brayden's party?" she asked.

I nodded and she continued, "You pulled me out of the darkest place I've ever been in. Losing my baby boy, nothing will compare to that pain, maybe not even losing Matthew. Chase told me, and I'm so sorry. Only time can help, but you have to get back up and do things. You have to carry on no matter how much it hurts. So get up."

She flipped the covers off me and repeated herself, "Get up. You are our Luna and the pack is in pain from the loss of Uncle Brian. Everyone can feel Chase's pain and the longer you let yourself stay like this, the longer Chase will be in pain and the pack will suffer for it. So if you won't do it for yourself and you won't do it for your pack, do it for Chase."

I could see the determination in her eyes, so I got out of bed. When my feet hit the ground a tear fell, but I stood anyway.

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it as she said, "Now get some clothes on, wash your face, and go be the Luna I know you are."

She left the room and I changed my clothes, washed my face, and put my hair in a bun. I took a look at myself in the mirror and almost grimaced. My eyes almost looked sunken in from the dark circles and my cheeks looked like they were raw from the tears I had shed, even though I hadn't cried in a day. I went through phases of crying, anger, and silence.

I guess that's the fun of grief.

I washed my face one more time and then put on some concealer to try to help with the circles. Then I took in a deep breath and headed out to the hallway. Macy was standing outside the door waiting for me.

"Ready? You know what, don't answer that, you have to come either way," she demanded as she grabbed my arm and interlaced it with mine.

"Where's Chase?" I asked as we landed at the foot of the stairs.