Of Runt (Redone)

Chapter Two

I squeeze my eyes closed tightly before bringing my hand up to rub at them. The movement from my arm causes me to hiss in pain as it flares up my whole body. I hear some rustling as I open my eyes. "Reagan?"

Declan is sitting beside me while looking at my face in wonder. He seems to have been here for a while because his brown hair is more oily than I have ever seen it, his icy blue eyes are bloodshot like he hasn't closed them for a long time, and his normally clean-shaven face is starting to stubble. I quickly glance around the room to see that I have been put in a private hospital room. Why a private one? My parents wouldn't have wanted to waste their money or time on getting me a room like this, even if I almost died. It is decently sized with one bed that I am currently laying in. There is what I assume is a private bathroom off to the side and a few more chairs beside the one Declan is in. On the bedside table beside Declan are a few flowers, probably from my siblings as a collective, and a small stuff wolf. The wolf is most likely from Vic or Shell. On the other side of me is all the medical equipment that is currently reading my heartbeats and other vitals.

I slowly rub at my face to help me wake up. "Declan?" I whisper hoarsely. It is obvious I haven't spoken in a while with how badly my voice broke and my throat feels like it has cotton balls in it. Before I am able to say anything else Declan wraps his arms gently around me before he starts to cry. "I, I thought you were gone too!"

"I'm okay. I'm not sure how but I'm okay," I whisper trying to comfort him. He leans away from me just to look at me. He shakes his head while sighing.

"You saved our Alpha," he mutters. "You sacrificed yourself for him."

"He is the Alpha. He is more important than I ever will be. He is needed," I reply making him frown. Declan knows I am right because a runt is nothing compared to a normal wolf. There is a knock on the door before it opens to reveal our Alpha. I quickly bow my head to him as does Declan.

Why is the Alpha here?

"Sleeping beauty finally woke up?" He asks. His voice is warm and comforting just like his scent which reminds me of wet decaying leaves. I glance up as his amber eyes land on me. He gives me a soft smile. "Don't bow to me."

"I'm sorr-"

"There is nothing to be sorry for. If anything I should be sorry," Alpha Archer interjects making me frown deeply. Why would he need to be sorry? "I failed you as an Alpha. You have been through so much just to keep me alive."

"Anyone would've done the same," I reply. He doesn't respond to that. Instead, the Alpha strolls over to the chair at the end of my bed and sits down. Now that he is closer I can tell that he looks even more tired than my brother does. Alpha Archer's dirty blonde hair typically reaches to above his brows but is currently pushed back from where he has been running his hands through them. He has bags under his eyes and his tan skin seems to be a shade or two lighter than normal.

"What happened? I mean after I passed out," I finally ask after a few minutes pass by. Alpha and Declan both look at one another before they look at me. Declan gently grabs ahold of my hand making a sinking feeling form in my stomach. "Declan?"

"You, along with many more people, were injured and losing blood that night. It seemed like there were more people losing blood than those who were not but there was a shortage of O Negative because it was already being given to everyone," he whispers which makes me feel worse. It sounds like he doesn't want to tell me something.

"What is it? It can't be that bad, did I have a lung transplant or something?" I ask but move my gaze to out alpha. Declan clears his throat and I look back at him.

"No, but you be under careful watch for a few weeks. It's like a medical observation." After the words leave his mouth he turns his attention to our alpha. There is something they aren't telling me. How bad can it be?