The Alpha Calls Me Kitten

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Inch Too Far

I couldn't tell you how awful I had felt. I tried standing up and walk to Greyson, but my legs collapsed. My vision blurred and I passed out.

Greyson took me to Maxwell's pack doctor and I had to be put on fluids. I was unconscious for about a week. Apparently, I had to have some sort of tube shoved down my throat because every few hours or so Id start choking on my own blood. Greyson was terrified Id choke to death.

Not only did I manage to vomit blood, but I got frequent nose bleeds, my ears would bleed, and ever since I had woke up my eyes had been blood shot. I'm about twenty degrees hotter than I should be and that is worrying everyone.

I hated being in the hospital bed, but I didn't want to drive all the way back home or go back to the cabin. I already feel awful for vomiting blood into their toilet.

So, here I am. Sitting in a hospital bed that seems similar to the one I was in just weeks ago in a room that was just as similar. Greyson held my hand and talked to me as much as possible. The doctor thinks I should try to stay awake.

"Are you too hot?" Greyson asked as he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. I shook my head no and coughed. I hadn't really been eating or drinking like I should be so my throat was constantly dry and my lips hurt from being chapped. "Here." he said as he stood up and grabbed a cup of water with a straw in it for me to suck on.

I anxiously drank the cold water. It made my throat feel better instantly. Once I had stopped drinking it, he sat it on the little table beside him and sat back down.

"Chapstick?" I asked just above a whisper. He grabbed a bag from under his chair and rummaged through it until he pulled out my cake batter chapstick.

I weakly held my hand out to take the chapstick, but he just ignored it and put it on himself. I wanted to laugh at how completely focused he looked. He finished and shoved the Chapstick in his back pocket.

"Thank you." I smiled weakly as I said it.

"Anything for you, babe." he said almost in a cocky way.

"Don't do that. I could be dying and you're being cocky. I'll just call Riley and make him comfort me." Greyson rolled his eyes at me.

"We both know you aren't dying. The bleeding stopped two days ago and slowly you're kinda getting better." He was right. We've been here for about a week and a half longer than planned. Almost two. Nearly an entire month we had been gone.

In the time we had been here, the doctor had run numerous tests. The scariest part being when it was all over and he told us what was going on.

Marking me had triggered something. My wolf hadn't fully healed from the accident so when he had marked me, something happened. We aren't sure if she'll even come back now.

From what the doctor said, it sounded like everything on the inside that made me werewolf was dying off. The extra muscle, sensitive hearing, everything. That's his best guess on why I was bleeding so badly.

Greyson has apologized more times than I can count. He thinks it's all his fault she's gone, but I know it's not. I tell him that everyday. I still don't think he believes it.

"I don't wanna be here anymore." I said looking around the room. I just waited for Liam to walk through that door any time now.

I know Greyson has some form of intel on him from when I was out. Every time I ask if anything happened while I was out he just tells me to not worry about it. That he had it covered.

"Well, maybe if you'd eat and drink like a normal person you'd be able to leave." I groaned. I was barely hungry and if I did eat I got a stomach ache.