A Weakened Heart: Juliette

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Chapter 22

“She’s going to be just fine,” a foggy, unfamiliar voice said as I slowly regained consciousness. “I applied some medication to her wound and it would heal in no time.”

“That’s good to hear,” a female voice said now.

 It sounded like someone I knew, but I couldn’t place it right now.

“You can check on Avan now. All his wounds have been reopened and I think he’s in the third stage.”

Wounds reopened, third stage; what was going on here.

I forced my eyes opened and quickly closed them back as the light burnt my eyes slightly.

“She’s waking up,” the female voice said and I opened my eyes slowly this time.

Everything was a bit blurry at first but then I could make out Katrina’s marvelous smile.

“Hi, Juliette. How are you feeling?”

“Katrina?” I muttered, sitting up and she handed me a glass of water.

A man in a white coat sat beside her and I think it was a doctor.

“What happened? Where am I?”

“You’re back at my place, sweetie,” she said, reaching out and stroked my hair gently. “Avan came running back a few minutes after I watched you go and said you got hurt badly. I got to you but you were out cold. That’s when I called in my friend, Dr. Leonard. That’s a pretty nasty bite mark on your shoulder though.”

Bite mark? Avan!

I reached up and rubbed my shoulder. The marks were healing and wasn’t noticeable when I looked down at it. Did Katrina know that Avan was the one that bite me? That stupid son-of-a-bitch!

“Don’t be so mean, honey,” came the unmistakable voice of Soleil. “He’s more of a jackass, but you have your own way of stating it.”

“Oh, Soleil, I’m so relieved to hear you wonderful yet annoying voice again. I swear something terrible had happened when you weren’t answering me.”

“I was terrified when everything went dark and I couldn’t read you for hours. I thought that you had dead and I had gone to Wolf hell. Avan, that dirty son of a dirty—”

“Avan,” I said to Katrina, ignoring the things Soleil had to say about Avan which I wouldn’t have been able to state any better. “Is-is he okay?”

Katrina looked at Dr. Leonard and he nodded at her. I prepared myself for the worse.

“Avan is fine,” Katrina replied as I took a sip of my water. “But his wounds have been reopened, even the ones that have been healed and he’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Does he need a blood donor?” I asked and then quickly added something to show that I didn’t care much about him. “Because I think he and my little brother share the same blood type.”

“It’s already been taken care of,” Katrina said, stroking my head again. “Dr. Leonard had some blood in his blood bank that fit Avan’s. He’s resting peacefully in his room and I think you should get some more rest as well.”

“I’m fine,” I assured her and smiled. “But I would like to go back home, if you don’t mind. Dad must be really worried about you.”

“I don’t see why,” Dr. Leonard said, getting up and pushing his glasses up his nose. “The best place for a full recovery is always at home. I would recommended it for Avan as well, but with his situation, I think it’s impossible to move him without hurting him.”