||Tired: in need of sleep or rest; drained of strength and energy : fatigued often to the point of exhaustion.||
Arabella awoke solemnly to find that her throat was very sore and she could not breathe properly. She untangled herself begrudgingly from the affectionate King and his warmth. The only thing that Arabella thought she had going for her was the powerful male next to her that had sprung up after he felt her rise.
"Arabella, darling, are you alright?'' he asked in a husky voice, his hair flopped from his head and infront his eyes, enshrouding his vision.
Coughing lightly, she heaved out, her throat burning, "I'm fine. Sorry for waking you up."
Speculating his disheveled appearance, dark bags under his sunken worry crested eyes, the frown he wore because of arabella's condition and the tiredness he tried to mask, obvious and plain as day; Arabella was worried about him, the mate bond urging the two to comfort each other.
"No, no, its fine. How are you feeling? I'll get the doctor, you don't look so good." He sighed loudly after his analysis of arabella's pallid face.
He got out of the bed, hurrying to get the doctor, leaving a sick Arabella on the bed, clutching her throat. In a few minutes, the king and dr. Steele came rushing into the room, looking frantically around the room until he found Arabella.
"What seems to be the problem?" Dr. Steele asked, his labcoat sagging behind him as he sat on the bed beside her.
"My throat... its sore." Arabella croaked out.
Dr. steele rummaged through his leather bag until he found what he was looking for. He tore the paper and revealed a wooden stick, pressing the stick down Arabella's tongue, Steele examined her throat; his flashlight in the other hand.
"hmm, there seems to be discoloration and bruising to the pharynx- your throat. This is a new symptom, I'll have Dr. Polo administer some more kodine and anti-biotics. I can't seem to understand this pattern of disorders. I've seen it before, but tests are negative and very obvious indicators are absent from what u suspect it can be." Dr. Steele queried.
Sighing, the doctor got up and packed his bag, "I'll come and check on you later today, I will have to reanalyze your diagnosis. All we can do now is keep you on pain killers and antibiotics."
The king looked at Arabella with worried eyes as she lightly clutched her throat, the doctor left the two alone in the room. Running his hand through his hair, the king walked back to the bed and sat beside her.
"What time is it?" She asked him quietly.
"It's still early, quarter past four." He said looking at her carefully.
"Are you hungry, what do you want to eat?" He asked her after she nodded in acknowledgement.
"I'm really tired, I don't want anything." She said.
"You need to eat. I'll get you something then you can go back to sleep." He said getting getting off the bed.
"Wait," she called him back.
"Yes?" He asked looking back at her.
"I'd like to take a shower, I need clothes." She said actually asking him for clothes.
"My closet is over there. Take what you need. Someone will bring you under garments." He said tiredly.
Nodding she got out of the bed after he left her. She wobbled slightly after but regained her balance, walking towards the bathroom.
Stripping from her clothes, she turned on the shower, the icy hands of the cold water slithered down her freezing body, and her teeth chattered with the chilliness. She quickly turned on the warm water before hurrying to bathe. Her entire body drenched and her hair wet with the chilly water, she trembled with tiredness.
Exiting the shower she walked into the king's room, clothes laid out for her along with undergarments.
YOU ARE READING
Bound To You
Werewolf"And in the mystification they realized that they were mates." Arabella Gardenia carries the world on her shoulders. As a young child, she was expected nothing more than to meet her parents' and pack's expectations. Now, as a young woman, those expe...
