Taken

Chapter 32

Well... yeah. Read A/N at end please.

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Chapter 32

“Do you have to be so difficult? Honestly?”

“I want to see Damien,” I persisted, ignoring the glare Mary shot my way.

“You're not going anywhere until I stabilize you; you've lost a lot of blood and gained a lot of injuries. I have orders from the big man himself to keep you in one place.” she argued as she continued to patch me back up. Placing a cold cloth to a nasty cut on my arm, she instructed me to hold it in place as she prepared a needle. I stared at it lightly, feeling as if my apprehension towards it wasn't as strong as it normally would have been.

Hours had passed since the fight and I was now safely back at the pack house while Mary looked over my injuries. Erica sat in a cot right besides me in the infirmary, Tyler sitting closely by her side as he tightly held her hand. Damien had apparently instructed Mary to look me over first but I had point blank refused, basically forcing her to deal with Erica's injuries before my own. After the fight, everything had seemed to slam into me all at once, almost forcing me to the ground. Damien was quick on catching me, alright shifted back into human form. He had stood easily and walked straight from Luke's dead body, nodding at a few pack mates. I had watched as they walked towards the body before Damien turned the corner, forcing me to focus as he walked us towards a pack van parked a few meters away from the house, buried in the trees.

All the other pack members, including Tyler and his mate filled the van soon after. Damien had sat in the passenger side with me in his arms and simply held me, making me happy for the first time in what had felt like forever. He never spoke; no one did. However, as soon as we arrived at the pack house, he dropped me off at the infirmary, gave Mary specific instructions as was gone.

He didn't even spare me a glance.

“What did I do wrong?” I asked Mary as she started to patch up a cut on my arm, removing the cold cloth. I was given a look before she returned her eyes to her work, shaking her head.

“You didn't do anything wrong; a lots happened in the last twenty-four hours he has to deal with.” she explained. My eyes dropped down to the ground as feelings of guilt and sadness swam around inside me. I was guilty for even asking of course; obviously he would have plenty to take care of and I shouldn't want him all for myself.

But at the same time... he hadn't even looked at me. Three days he could've spent thinking I was dead and he can't even give me a glance?

“I don't-” Mary stopped me quickly, finishing off my stitching and looking up. She gave me a soft smile and smoothed back some of my hair.

“Don't think too much about it. He can't stay away for long,” she winked at me, efficiently confusing me even more. “Now, this will only put you asleep for a couple of hours, but it should be enough for your genes to heal the worst of your injuries,” my eyes widened at the syringe she started to inject into my IV.

“No, I don't want-” I was interrupted once again as she chuckled.

“But you need it; plus, it's straight orders.” she teased. I slumped back, secretly cursing out Damien as I immediately felt myself become drowsy. My eyes slipped shut and, at the same time, I imagined everything from the past couple of days slipping off my shoulders.

…

I felt as if I was returning from the dead as I slowly started to awaken, my mind and body becoming alert at different and deteriorating speeds. By the scratchy blanket tossed across me and the uncomfortable lump of bed beneath me, I could quickly identify that I was still in the infirmary. My throat was dry and sandy, burning irritably each time I inhaled a breath.