Grace’s POV It’s been 7 days. Imaging shows most of her fractures are healed except for her spine. This is unprecedented for a werewolf, why isn’t she healing faster? With Liam’s blood and her own wolf, she should be completely healed by now. Her brain swelling has gone down yet any attempt to wean off of the ventilator has been unsuccessful. We’ve been at a stand still. Liam looks ragged. He hasn’t left this room once. He’s slept every night here, eaten every meal here, showers in there… he needs a break. “Morning”, handing him some coffee. He’s gotten into a routine of stowing his bed so he’s not in the way of staff. He’s like a hospital ghost. “Morning”, he whispers. “Do you think she can hear us?” he asks me. “Absolutely I do”. Looking at Emma then back to him, “Liam can you feel Morrigan?”. He shakes his head with a sad no. This answers my question about the slow healing. “Are you sure you don’t want to see your…”... “no, mom.. I want to wait to see the bab
Emma’s POV Everything hurts. The lights are dim but my head is killing me. My immediate thought is to the baby. The last thing I remembered was Morgan protecting my pelvis and telling me she was preserving life. Suddenly I smell Liam and all of the pain melts away. I can’t turn my head very well for some reason but he’s near. Turning my hand palm side up toward the door, he comes in and takes my hand, resting his head on my shoulder. He’s sobbing fiercely. I wrap that hand up around his head. “Good timing Liam, Emma wants to see the baby”. Liam’s blood shot eyes dart up to mine, “you know?”. My hand gently wipes his tears and his lips find mine. Whispering gently, “Morgan told me”. Grace wheels the ultrasound machine closer and is about to raise my hospital gown, explaining how the goop will be cold on my skin when I suddenly remember my branding. With a panic my hand shields my abdomen, “no!”. Looking away, I feel ashamed. I don’t even know what word they
Ruth’s POV I woke up to the most glorious message from mom, “EMMA WOKE UP! Get your butt down here”. I shriek slightly which scares Ian awake. I send out a group message to Zak and Leo letting them know I can’t come to the hall just yet as promised as I need to go see Emma asap.Told mom I’d take in some of Emma’s clothes and apparently Liam is wearing some of her clothes? Not sure about that one. Gathering a bag for Emma and some of Liam’s clothes, we rush over to the hospital. I don’t know why I feel so nervous. Part of me is scared to see her, to face her. I still am feeling so guilty for walking away unscathed. Getting to her room, they’re drawing some labs so I set the bag down and stay out of the way. As expected, the boys come down the hall. “We should’ve known first thing probably wasn’t the best timing to come see her but I needed to see for myself she was awake and alive”. Zak almost looks like he’s about to cry at his confession. Shockingly so does
Liam’s POV Helping Emma to the shower, I really wasn’t expecting her to be as weak as she is. I felt compelled to carry her but I don’t want her to feel helpless either. Letting her lean as much of herself on me as needed, we made it to the shower. Helping her out of the hospital clothes while the shower warms, she has shockingly lost a fair amount of weight in a short period of time. Her ribs seem to jetty out of her back or maybe it’s the terrible lighting but both Kalen and I whimper silently as we see our mate weak and shrunken. We are so used to seeing her powerful and strong, full of piss and vinegar. I don’t let her see the pain in my eyes. I strip down too so I can hold her upright in the shower. Her legs seem really wobbly. “Baby lean into me and I’ll wash you okay”, I gently encourage her. I can tell she seems slightly frustrated but allows me to help her. I wash her hair for her, being very gentle and taking care not to get any soap in her eyes unlike
Ruth’s POV A few hours later, we each get a text saying Emma is ready for us. Having no clue what kind of shape she really is in, I am both terrified and excited to see my sister. I let Zak and Leo walk ahead down the hall so I can take Ian’s hand, offering him some comfort. I know he’s nervous as hell right now. I can tell he’s been preoccupied with his thoughts the last few hours and it’s been eating at him. “Ian, relax. I know Emma wants to see you. Trust me”. Knocking on the door, Grace gently opens for the boys ahead of us. “Hey there little sister… you gave us a little scare there for a minute”. Even Leo is all smiles, seeing Emma sitting upright. Walking into the room, my lip starts quivering and butterflies start taking over. I can’t stop these emotions. Emma makes eye contact. Her eyes soften and she smiles, signaling for me to come to her. I can tell she’s weak. “Ruth come here. Hug me. Are you okay? Did anything happen to you? Let me see you”. Sh
Grace’s POV The kids are visiting with Emma. I need Leo’s help moving something heavy from my office. I see him about to walk stoically down the hall when I call out, “Leo, come here a sec”. He smiles and his eyes brighten. He always has enjoyed feeling useful. “Yeah mama grace?”. “I need your help moving my cabinet… can you lend me a quick hand?”. He throws his arm over my shoulder and we head toward my office. We’ve made it about 10 yards when he stops dead in his tracks and gasps. He’s staring straight ahead with laser beam focus. I follow his eyesight to one of my patients who is working on walking with one of the therapists. Michelle was one of the captives from the camp. She was one of the girls who had been abused, not sold. Her leg had been caught in a trap, requiring surgery. She is rehabilitating. Mentally and physically. She was really focused on her steps when I see her smell the air around her and slowly look forward, meeting Leo’s eyes. She qu
Linking Liam, praying they aren’t asleep… “hey, favor to ask…”. It’s like waiting for someone to respond to a text and you see those little dots blinking. “Yeah, what’s up?”. “There’s someone very special to me down the hall from you guys that really would like to meet Luna. Any chance she’d be up for a quick hello?”. Another brief silence. “We’re on our way”. Not two minutes later, Liam comes walking down the hall, pushing an annoyed looking Emma in a wheelchair. Knowing Luna, she is not enjoying her restrictions. Michelle appears so nervous suddenly. She fidgets with her hair and her clothes. Placing a soothing hand on hers, “easy there, they’re friends… nothing to be nervous about''. She sighs a breath of relief. Emma’s face lights up as she draws near. She can see it on my face and I’m not going to try and hide it. As they roll up, I can’t help but chastise alpha… “you look good as an orderly Liam”. He gives me a shit eating grin and an eyebrow. I know damn well he’s
Dan’s POV We hadn’t wanted to bother Alpha with this due to Emma’s condition but the day that we fled from Alpha Erik’s pack, it turns out when Liam had pleaded with the group to investigate Erik, they actually listened. He was taken by force and they found overwhelming evidence in his pack alone to incriminate him. After talking with Zak, he turned in the video footage he had of the abused she wolves leaving his room that night. Several pack members were arrested and are being held, awaiting trial. At least 20 women were found on pack territory that were enslaved for this purpose. Any of his pack who have refused to cooperate have been arrested. Everyone else has been eager to relinquish information and rid their pack of this tyranny. For now, since his Beta and Gamma were all incriminated, the formal regional Alpha is overseeing their pack until Liam is able to step back into pack duties. Zak and I have been busy 18 hours a day trying to solidify pack housing