The Scarred Luna (On Hold)

Chapter 15

"G-Gabe..." I gurgle his name, the blood in my mouth slowing down my words. I am so tired.

"What, baby? What is it?" He asks tenderly.

"H-he put silver on me. It's in my bloodstream. It h-hurts." I admit and I see a muscle in his jaw tick.

His tousled, brown hair is messy and he is wearing a dark blue shirt with jeans. I offer him a small, closed-lip smile and he kisses me forehead as he walks through the pack house with me in his arms.

We enter a large room and I recognize it as Gabriel's room. He sets me down on his bed, but I struggle to get up. He holds me down and gives me a wierd look.

"I'll get blood on your sheets." I elaborate.

"Do you think that's what I care about right now?" He asks me dubiously. I stop struggling and lay back, allowing him to look over my wounds.

I can see him visibly swallow. "I-it's not that bad," I lie and he gives a humorless laugh.

"Journey, you're bleeding in more places than I ever have, your mouth is overflowing with blood, your head is cut, your arm gashed, and your knuckles raw. And to top off the fact that I wasn't there to protect you, you have fucking silver in your bloodstream! You are by no means okay!" He spits the word out. "And the thing that hurts the most is that I wasn't even there. That my pack wasn't there. Journey, if July didn't call us, you might me worse than you already are. If that's even possible,"

I lay still against the bed, soaking in his words. Then, a tear slips from my eye. Then another and another. Until, finally, I'm sobbing. I grab Gabriel's shirt, pulling myself up, and place my forehead against his chest. "I was so scared," I whisper. "I-I didn't know why you weren't coming for me. I thought you were trying to tell me something. That you didn't want to be mates anymore. H-he said that you weren't coming!" I sob, pounding my fists against his chest weakly. "I-I was so scared!"

I know I probably look weak, but at the moment, I don't give a shit. I just want Gabriel. I want him to hold me and tell me it'll be okay. I want him to tell me that he still wants me.

"Journey," he says, laying me down again. "There has not been a moment where I didn't want you. Hearing you in such pain is killing me. Hearing your heart barely beat is ripping me apart. Hearing your weak pulse is hurting me so much. I will never not want to be mates, Journey. You are my soul. My heart. You are my other half. I need you. And, on that note, I need you to get better. So, baby, please hold on until I get a doctor. I'll call the pack doctor right now. I'll be back." He kisses my forehead and gets up, leaving the room.

As the tension leaves my body, so does the adrenaline. The sleep starts to become irrepressible. So, before anything can happen, I quickly grab the pen and paper by the bed and scribble a quick note.

Wake me soon. I'm going to the game. :)

With that message finally across, I allow the sleep to wash over me and I smile as the darkness finally swallows me and my pain.

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I wake due to the feeling of someone touching my dormant body. My eyes pop open and my hands immediately move to protect myself. I glance over to my right and see a man staring at me in concern.

"Um, hi." I greet in a semi-raspy voice.

"Hello, Luna." He smiles. "I'm the pack doctor. Alpha Gabriel has summoned me to look over your wounds. Is that alright?" He asks and I nod my head, instantly trying to sit up. "Please," he says as if sensing my pain, "it would be better if you lay down."