Chapter 12 Everything Gets Worse

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I screamed for Liam and was by Brooke's side in an instant. I pulled her hair back to she wouldn't get blood in her hair, and I hissed in pain when I felt my hand burn. I ignored it and focused on helping Brooke. She was my main priority at the moment. More important than a simple burned hand.

I grabbed some ice and poured it all on Brooke. I watched in horror as the ice steamed and melted within seconds.

Not good. So not good. So very very not good.

"Liam!" I screamed again.

Brooke whimpered in pain, and, ignoring the pain that came with it, I held on to her hand.

"It's okay, Brooke," I told her, wincing slightly when I felt the burn on my hand worsen. "You're gonna be okay."

"No, I'm not," she said and looked at my hand. "Your hand-"

"I'm fine," I said. "You're more important than my hand."

"Don't," Brooke said shakily. "Don't say that."

"Say what?" I asked.

"That I'm more important."

"You are, Brooke."

"No, I'm not. You need to start taking care of yourself before me. You're my best friend-more than that-and you can't fully take care of me if you don't take care of yourself. Liam told me that you spend too much time worrying about us than yourself."

"He said that?"

Brooke nodded. "And I agree. Promise me you'll take care of that hand."

I swallowed a lump in my throat. "I promise. I'll take care of it in the morning."

"You sure?" She studied me. "Yeah, you're sure."

I gritted my teeth when the burning got worse, and Brooke let go of my hand. "Sorry," she said.

"It's fine, it's not your fault," I said. "I'm gonna go see where Liam is. You keep that blood where it's supposed to be, alright?"

She chuckled. "Yes, Captain."

I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly. At least she wasn't screaming. I'd take her being a sarcastic little shit over her screaming any day.

I walked out the door and went searching for Liam. "Liam!" I called. "I need you. Pronto. It's Brooke."

A large blonde wolf with amber eyes jumped out from the forest. It shook it's head and began to shift. A moment later, Liam was in front of me, his shirt ripped off and his shorts tattered. Not that I was complaining or anything.

"What's going on?" he asked. "How's Brooke?"

"Not good," I said. "She vomited up her own blood. She's bad, Liam."

I froze. The reality of how serious Brooke's condition was hit me like a ton of bricks suddenly. I realized just how thin her life line is at the moment. With her hacking up her own blood, her time is limited.

"She's dying, Liam," I said, tears spilling out of my eyes. "Brooke is dying. She's dying, Li."

"Hey, hey, it's alright," Liam said, stepping closer to me. "She's going to be okay."

"She's vomiting up her own blood," I said, the tears streaming down now. "She's gonna die, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Come here," Liam said and pulled me into a hug.

I welcomed his embrace and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I cried into his chest and let out all the stress and worry I kept in for a week and a half. Liam held me as I cried, and I buried my head into his chest.

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