Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

- Josie -

A slight pinching pain on my arm wakes me, my eyes opening into a dark hospital room.

This is weird and will take time getting used to. My vision before having a wolf would have struggled in the dark, reaching for the light switch or my phone to enable to torch...but now..I can see everything. As if a soft shine emits from each object...even from people. I can see him, sitting up in a chair, his head lulled to the side...fast asleep.

I turn my head looking for the source of the pinch on my arm, to find Doctor Abel extracting blood from me.

"What are you doing?" I croak out. I was off the fluid drip now but need to remind myself to drink more water. My throat still ached from the breathing tube and the lack of talking over the past few days.

"Did I wake you? I was just going to send some of your blood off for testing. We wanted to check that the levels of silver has reduced, that it was no longer in your system." He informs me with a soft smile to his face as I watch him finish his task in hand and label my blood on the small vial. "What if I do?" I start to panic, sitting up slightly.

"It's highly unlikely, you would be in excruciating pain if you did." He was right, I would be doubled over in pain...my mind seems to have blocked out the pain of being hit by the bullets, something I was thankful for.

"How long has Knox been here?"

"Erm...a couple of hours. He switched over with your Mum and Auntie, he hasn't moved since. Although, I should really see to his eye."

"Why what is wrong with his eye?" I sit bolt upright, unable to control the concern that something was wrong with Knox.

"I think certain brothers might have been surprised by the revelation, we all were." He holds my gaze with his eyes and I'm not sure if he was slightly hurt that I hadn't confided in him or teasing me.

"It happened all so fast... then, well, then I knew it wouldn't be long term so I didn't tell anyone." My head sinks down, my hands playing with themselves as I think back on how heartbroken I was at Knox's rejection. I don't ever want to feel like that again. "It's not for me to pry, but I'm here if you ever need to talk. I thought as well as colleagues...that we are friends."

"We are." I say guiltily.

"Good." He smiles at me as he places my vial of blood in his pocket.

"I'll get these to the labs. Hopefully we can get you back home today."

"Really?"

"I expect bed rest and for me to still check up on you..." He eyes give me a pointed look.

"Of course, whatever the doctor orders." At this point I would agree to anything to get home.

I wait until Doctor Abel is long gone before I move myself out of my bed.

My legs are still a little bit wobbly but I manage to move holding on to the bed and chairs as support. I move towards a sleeping Knox, his soft snores tugging at my heart.noveldrama

He held his promise to me, he had come back, like he said he would. He has stayed, even when clearly he was exhausted.

I tilt his head slightly to the other side, earning a grunt of protest in his sleep. I muffle a giggle at the sleeping hunk of a beauty...he cute really be cute at times.

My fingers brush across his face. He's already healing, but it doesn't stop the anger starting to boil within my blood.

His lip was cut open and his eye had the distinguishable colouring of having received a hard punch. It had clearly been swollen and was now reducing in size but had bruising remaining. To know he's received this because of me hurts like hell.

If it was the middle of the night, and if my legs weren't struggling to bear my weight I would march home to give Jaxon a piece of my mind.

Yes Jace would have been cross, but Jace doesn't act out...not like Jaxon.

And yet again, it is Knox who receives the brunt of Jaxon's anger.

Unbelievable, I'm go to kill Jaxon the next time I see him.

Using the doorframe and the corridor walls for support as I move in the dimly lit hospital. I move to my store room, searching for a bottle of my skin healing lotion.

I reach up, pulling my chest and wincing out in pain, falling back down to the floor. I shouldn't have done that...I mentally scold myself rubbing my chest to ease the pain.

I scan the shelves, Sod's Law that the pot I need is on the top shelf.

Standing back up, I reach up again. Holding my breath and rubbing at my chest to ease the pain I'm almost touching the jar, when I hand comes out of nowhere and easily reaches the top shelf.