The 27th

Chapter 12

He awaited the allotted time, his back aching from sitting for hours in the tiny, plastic chair. He adjusted himself again, sighing when he couldn't find the perfect spot, unable to find relief. He could have easily just stood up and stretched but his discomfort meant nothing if he was able to hold his mate's hand and sit next to her until she awoke. He wasn't leaving her side for even a second.

It had been much longer for a few hours, but he wouldn't rush them. It was pushing half a day and his nerves could not longer take the passing minutes. Something was wrong. He knew something was wrong, otherwise, the doctor would have been back by now.

He crouched over the bed, resting his elbows on the foam cushion, and brought her hand up to his lips. He placed a gently but long kiss there before whispering a prayer against her skin. He then bowed his head lower, until their jointed hands rested on his forehead and he heaved a low sigh. He repeated his prayer again, tacking on a few more pleas here and there. He placed her hand back on his lips, his eyes admiring her. She was truly beautiful but she'd only get even more because when she heals.

The door gently clicked open and the smell of rubbing alcohol. The nurse was agitated and he knew it, just by the way she carried herself, even though she was trying to hide her true feelings behind a fairly convincing smile. He saw right through it.

"How bad?" He asked, and he watched as her smile fell. She knew that he saw through her facade. She threw a large stack of papers on the counter and signed deeply, her shoulders falling. She removed her glasses and threw them on top the pile, rubbing her face with her hands.

"I've run every test I know. I've checked and rechecked and what I found is nothing I'm familiar with. I've never seen anything like it." She waved her hands in the air and stuffed them in her pockets, giving it to him real, the way he wanted and needed it.
"It has a similar damaging effect of silver and wolfsbane but to higher scale. It's something man made and she's been poisoned with this over a long period of time. The dosage that she has in her system is more than enough to kill one of us. She has built an immunity to it."

"Will heal?"

"I am not completely sure but this is just a theory of mine. I believe that her body is able to break down the substance, that's why they had to keep giving her higher doses. Over time I believe she'll get it al out of her system."

"Her wolf not help her. I can't feel her."

"Yes, I've noticed that too. It seems as if they were trying to suppress her wolf, not kill her, as if they are two different beings. I don't think they understand that she is a wolf, that it's a part of her."

"She be okay?" He looked at her, really looked at her, lying motionless on the bed and then back at the doctor. She looked at him with pity, noticing the desperation in his eyes.

"I can't say. Only time will tell. I have no cure but the only I can do is make her more comfortable. Blood transfusions may help rid the toxins faster. Having her mate by her side will also help her heal faster, of course, and maybe even awake her wolf. At this point in time, we can only hope and try."

"Thank you. Means a lot." He was angry and scared. There was nothing anyone could do. They just had to sit and hope that she can fight off whatever they injected her with. There was no help, there was no cure and he was absolutely useless.

"I will try to do everything in my power to make sure she overcomes this. I promise you that." He nodded slowly but he already felt defeated, like a waste.
"If there is anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask for me. If her condition changes at all, just tell, I will be staying in a room a few door down." The nurse grabbed her glasses and papers, eyeing their linked hands.
"I also have a feeling that you won't be leaving her side anytime soon. I will be bringing in a bed for you so you can at least try and get some proper rest."

She left the room and returned with a bed, as she said she would. She checked over his mate once more and gave her a new liquid bag. He knew he wouldn't get much use out of the bed but he didn't want to say anything.

Though, he laid upon it, watching the sun leave the sky, turning it into and array it oranges and pinks. His hand was reaching across the open space, keeping a hold of her hand. He only wished that she could see what he was seeing.

That night, for this first time since he could remember, he felt alone and he felt scared. He felt like a little boy again, afraid of the dark and of the monsters that lurked in the blackness. For the first time since he could remember, he cried.