“Why isn’t she healing?” Tatum asks worriedly.
“Because she can't,” I growl, running toward the Packhouse. I feel Max catching up. Kicking the door open, I place Lily on the ground before running into the downstairs bathroom retrieving towels and the first aid kit. Max and I try to stem the bleeding, but she has so many wounds and they just soak straight through the towels and I know she is dying in front of my eyes.
“The Pack doctor is on her way” Max says, holding the towel on her side where she has a huge open wound that is bleeding profusely onto the floor. A few seconds later Doc runs in completely naked and I knew she ran all the way here. She drops her bag on the floor and works on Lily.
“She needs blood, what is her blood type?” Doc asks as she tries to stop the bleeding.
“I don’t know,” I say panicked.
“Darian, try to contact Layla” I tell him.
He struggles to get her alert enough, but she finally murmurs “B positive”
“B positive, use me” I tell doc, thrusting my arm forward and she hesitates.
“What are you waiting for?” I growl angrily.
Doc grabs a line from her bag, jamming a needle in my arm before hooking it up to Lily.
“I’m B positive, use me as well,” Tatum says, walking in, and Doc hooks a line to him before stabbing it in Lily's vein.
Lily has no colour and is looking grey and lifeless. I watch my blood run down the line before moving slower as it passes through a small chamber looking thing Doc twists a valve looking thing and I watch as it slowly starts going into Lily.
“Can’t you make it go faster?” I ask.
“No, she could have an adverse reaction. There are too many risks associated with vein-to-vein transfusions. If she weren’t dying, I wouldn’t even attempt it” Doc tells me.
“You better hope your blood is clean” I growl at Tatum.
He stares down at Lily and he knows he fucked up. They got in from the border he was in charge of.
“I’m clean Alpha'' He assures me. I didn’t doubt him, it was very unlikely with his wolf's healing abilities for werewolves to even catch a disease but there can always be a first.
Suddenly Rebecca runs in, throwing her black hair in a bun. Rebecca works at the hospital with Doc as a nurse. She quickly sets to work stapling Lily’s face together. Her eyes swollen shut and the skin on her cheeks hanging off in a flap.
“I can tidy it up once we get her to hospital” she tells me. I couldn’t care less about scaring, they just need to keep her alive. Lily gets a little colour about her, but she is still deathly pale, Darian can’t reach Layla which isn’t a good sign and makes me nervous. She is still alive. I can still hear her heart beating, but it is slow and faint.
Maya comes running in with some blood bags and unhooks both of us before setting the bags up and holding them in the air, an ambulance pulls up out the front. Maya's colleague brings in a stretcher and they load her up. The marble floor slick with her blood as I follow them.
“Meet us at the hospital, I won’t let her die” Doc says, turning to face me. I nod and watch as she jumps in the back with Maya and Rebecca. Darian whining loudly in my head and Max comes down the stairs with some pants, chucking them at me. I put them on before grabbing my car keys off the hall stand and jumping in my car. Dust and dirt spraying everywhere as I tear out of the driveway following the ambulance.
Chapter 24
Lily POV
My entire body ached, throbbing to its own beat. The last thing I remembered was Damien finally getting to us before darkness took over. Opening my eyes, I could hear a beeping noise. Looking around, I find I am in a bed in a hospital. Damien asleep in the chair beside me, his head leaning against the headrest with his lips slightly parted as he snores softly. Pulling the covers back, my wounds are healing but painfully slow.
Nearly every piece of skin is bruised and just moving slightly makes my breath get caught in my throat from the pain. Yet I am alive, so I welcome the pain. It’s better than the feeling that washed over me in the park. Never have I feared death so much as I did in that moment, as I felt nothing but weightlessness and darkness creep over me.
Pulling the pulse oximeter from my finger, the machine beeps loudly, and I reach over, turning it off. The movement makes me hiss as I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I pull the line attached to the vein in my wrist out. Blood spurts out from the sudden movement and I place my finger on the insertion mark till it stops.
Getting up, I quickly make my way into the bathroom and pee before washing my hands. I feel heaps better, and my wounds seemed to be healing faster than normal. The pain is there but it isn’t unbearable and for the most part just stings slightly. Looking in the mirror, I gasp. My skin is bruised, but that isn’t what I find shocking. It is the ugly mark running from eyebrow to my jaw, jagged like someone took a can opener to my face.
“Oh my god, please tell me that won’t stay there” I ask Layla who I forced awake with my shock, hitting her.
“It will heal Lily and barely be visible” She replies yawning. I feel tears brim at my marred skin. Not being able to look at the hideous mark, I turn away from the mirror and walk out. Damien is still sleeping soundly in the chair. I walk over to him, brushing my fingers through his hair. He moves slightly under my touch, moving my hand down. I cup his face and his eyes snap open from the sparks igniting on his skin. As soon as he saw me, he reached his arms out and grabbed me, placing me on his lap. I hiss in pain at the sudden movement as his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Sorry” He says when he causes me pain, his face in my hair while he breathes in my scent. I turn slightly so I can face him, but his grip is unwavering.