You're Love, My Pain

Chapter Two

As I sat in my chair, just twirling around, and around, bored out of my mind due to the night shift. The hospital at night can be really dead but at the same time very interesting. The things that come in late at night no one would ever see during the day.

I started playing with my nails just picking the dirt that was in them. Icky I hated being dirty. I don’t know why I use to not mind the dirt when I was human but ever since my attack I just hated being dirty. And here I thought wolves were dirty animals due to them living in the wild.

Sighing with boredom I pushed away from the reception desk and started walking towards the soda machine when the emergency door busted open with a guy on a stretcher, instantly my senses were overcome by the smell of blood.

“We need assent STAT!”

I ran over to help as they rolled the guy into one of the rooms in the ICU. I hurried and looked at the injury and it appeared his lung ruptured from the way they had a pin in his left lung for air to pass thru. He had cuts and scratches all along his body so my guess was he was in a fight and was probably stabbed.

Stupid humans thinking their immortal.

“What’s wrong with him?” I asked calmly as I set up a breathing bag for him.

“You won’t be needing that bag Sky, the guys windpipe is crushed.” Tim, the head of the department, spoke as he started to prepare our guy for surgery.

“What!?” Okay maybe this wasn’t a human involvement.

“We have a code A…He’s a werewolf kid. We had to force him to change due to taking the helicopter here; he couldn’t be seen in public. Susan pass me the surgical knives please.”

“What the hell happened?”

“Mate fight.”

Stupid animal, I will never understand them and their ways.

I set the bag aside finding it pointless to finish my task when I happened to catch a glance at my hands and saw they were coated in this man’s blood. I could smell his hormones so strongly my head started to spin as my stomach churn. I felt like his blood was creeping up my skin and seeping into it trying to make me his mate. Forever claimed…forever hurt.

I won’t go back to being someone’s bitch. I can’t go back to that pain, that loneliness, the physical and emotional abuse.  I barely made it out last time if I get sucked into being another dominates mate I will never survive.

“Sky pay attention! Don’t tell me now is the time you choose to be freaked out by blood? This guy needs your attention to live.”

“Tim I-I can’t do this. The blood it’s-it’s everywhere.” I whimpered out as I tried to whip the blood on my scrubs trying to get the toxin off of me. Flash back started to form in my head mocking me of my past…of my curse.

I looked back to my hands and saw that blood was now dried into my skin causing me to freak out more as I recalled images of waking up every night  after my beating with my shoulder coated in my blood from my awful kidnapper…my mate.

“Shit he’s not going to snap out of it. Susan get him to the sink! Wash that shit off of him, and if he is still out of it get him out of here.”

I felt myself being moved and I started freaking out, thinking it was my tormenter’s hands on me, stroking me, hitting me.

“Sky! Sky! Calm down, Sky calm down it’s me.”

My head started to clear as I saw the brightest blue eyes look into mine with worry in them.

“Sky its okay, now I want you to go wash your hands by the sink okay?”

                I nodded my head, and Susan rushed back into the room with that good forsaken stench. I made my way down the halls and into the bathroom.  I turned on the hot water and began scrubbing my hands raw, washing the toxins off of my skin, and hopefully the nightmares that I will have for the next month. 

I sat there for a moment to gather my strength, letting in deep breaths, than releasing them. You can so this, you got this. This is nothing out of the normal, just another patient to perform on. I looked in the mirror and saw my face as white as Casper the friendly ghost. None the less I have a patient in there that needs my help.

                I started my way back into the ICU room taking deep breaths trying to calm my nerves. Once I was at the entrance, I washed my hands again, put on a mask, gloves, and entered. The smell wasn’t as bad but I could still smell it to where my stomached curled.

“Do you feel better?” I heard Tim speak out as I walked closer to our patient.

                “Yes. Sorry Tim it won’t happen again.”

“Good, now get to work on this guys lungs as I work on his windpipe.”