I tried to keep my eyelids peered open through my hooded and heavy lids.
“Lay him down facing up. Place his head on your lap Serge.” Serge nodded as he gently maneuvered my body so that it lay flat against the ground. A cry escaped me again, when another sharp pain sprang through me. Almost mocking me.
Callias’ gaze shifted down towards me in question and mostly confusion… "I’m going to get some water/towels i’ll be right back.” He murmured before hastily moving out out of the room. I couldn’t stop clenching onto my stomach as waves of nausea attacked me; while bile rose up and tickled my throat.
Serge moved his hand over my forehead, a set of new footsteps echoed into the room.
My body shook and shivered, as chills kept flowing up and down my spine.
Fuck. I clenched my stomach even further when more waves of pain erupted within’ me. I bit into my fist, in order to keep myself from screaming like a bitch.
“So we meet again... but under unlikely circumstances.” I cringed when Mark, the pack doctor kneeled down on one knee with his medical bag, and stared at me with creased eyebrows.
“Maybe...we should take this in a more private setting don’t you think?” He murmured as his eyes gazed up towards the curious onlookers from the pack.
When did they show up? And since when did Mark show up? I scoffed.
I let out another low moan, when another sharp ache tore me up inside. I whimpered again, when another wave of nausea threatened to rise up and bubble past my chapped lips. My head writhed in Serge’s lap uncomfortably as held onto my hand.
“Something isn’t right. We need to move him.”
I couldn’t hold back my scream that tore its way past my chapped lips, when I felt that pain again... only it hit my spine. Shit. What’s wrong with me?
I whimpered out Serge’s name, lowly in the back of my throat. Hoping that he’d hear me.
“I’m here baby, i’m here.” He whispered, I felt something cool and wet fall down my forehead. they weren’t his lips though, they were his tears. I whimpered again, but this time it wasn’t from the pain but rather from the distress that I caused for Serge. “I’m scared.” I whimpered out.
I couldn’t give a shit as to whether or not I looked like a pussy right now. I’m in pain. And anybody who has or experienced pain will understand how I feel. Crying isn’t for pussies. Its for everybody. Tears aren’t a weakness.
I felt more tears splash against my forehead, as he cleared his throat. “I know baby, you’ll be okay. You’ll be alright. I’m here for you..I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Nothing is going to happen to you, Mark has you and he’s going to take good care of you alright baby?”
He whispered, as he lifted our cupped hands together as he placed a slow and tender kiss to each of my knuckles.
A tear escaped me at how tender he was being.
Damn, cry me a river why don’t you?
“You’ll be alright Logan. We got you.”
I looked up towards Callias who gazed down at me with a half encouraging smile.
He placed the water one one side of the floor and a small white hand towel on the other. He squeezed some of the water out of the water bottle so that it drenched the towel. He pressed the towel onto my forehead, and tried to clear away some of the sweat that trickled down the forehead, while trying to cool me down.
It was so hot. So hot.
My vision started to fade in and out, as it grew hazy. But I fought against it despite the rising odds.
“But we’re going to have to move you into a more private setting. It’ll just cause you more stress to be surrounded by others. It won't take the pain completely away, but it will help.” I fought back a cringe at the insult.
I felt mildly offended at Callias’ statement. I wasn’t so sure how to feel about his way of comforting me. His humor was crude, and almost light hearted at the same time. I didn’t know what to think anymore. I didn't know if he was trying to offend me or trying to comfort me.
He kept playing with my emotions.
I wailed, as another shot of pain hit my lower abdominal region before I couldn’t control the bile anymore. My head kept tossing and turning in Serge’s lap, before I felt the sensation again and lifted my head off of his lap abruptly and let my insides spill out past my lips, nearly choking me at the sour and bitter taste.
Serge’s hands shook as he kept rubbing soothing circles on my back, and moving away my fringe that kept getting into the way on my forehead.
“Breathe baby...breathe with me.” I tried to match my breathing with his…
I breathed in and out, in and out, but instead of matching Serge’s breaths with mine they only turned out to be choked up dry heaves that left me squirming and writhing within Serge’s limp hold. It didn’t work. That failed... and only resulted in me spilling out more of the essence inside my stomach.
“We need to sedate him!” No. I whined, I didn’t want to… “Serge, your mate is in pain, and its the only way to figure out what’s going on with him! We have to move his body to a different room, somewhere where he is more comfortable.” Please don’t! I hated needles….
I tried to open up my mouth to cry out to him. But it only resulted in a silent scream as my pupils dilated.
Pain. So much pain.
It was blinding and never ending. How? How can I bloody be in so much pain? Mark approached me, and kneeled down next to one of my sides as he took out a needle and small medicine bag in the other. He elongated the needle, and gave it a little flick with his thumb and forefinger before filling it up with the medicine.
No.
Not the needle.
Serge, wiped off some of the vomit the remained at the corner of my lips with his thumb, as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. He tried hushing me, and tried to get me to calm down. But he wasn’t the one who was about to get pierced with a fucking needle.
No.
Not the needle. Anything but the needle. “The needle is going to ease some of your pain Logan. Not increase it. Please baby just bare with it for a little while.” Yeah, sure. A little while seems like lightening years away when you have a phobia for something. There’s no fucking way i’m getting that shit pinched into my skin.
Not on my watch. I kept writing and shivering, as I pushed myself back up into Serge. Resisting as much as I could to avoid the damned thing. I shielded myself away from the needle. I hated needles. I whined lowly against the back of my throat, the more it inched towards me. Callias, held me down by one arm. But that didn’t stop me from fighting it and flinching away from it.
“Hold him down firmly.” Mark told Callias, who nodded his head in agreement before tightening his hold on my arm, in which I winced at.
“Not too tightly dad! You’re hurting him.”
“Whoops.” He sniggered before loosening his hold, but that didn’t help any seeing as his nails scraped my skin.
Serge kept whispering sweet nothings into my ear the more the needle approached me. And the closer it got the more my heart beat escalated. The more my hands became clammy, and the more my lips grew dry as I slowly parted them into a deafening silent scream.
The next time I woke up though. I wish that I hadn’t.
