||Tired: drained of strength and energy: fatigued often to the point of exhaustion; weary or bored.||
"What happened to her?" A worried voice penetrated through the thick walls of the king's bedroom.
"She fainted," the king's voice echoed out, loud enough for Arabella to hear.
"What did the doctor say?"
"He said that..." her mind was tired, unable to listen to her failing body.
Her parents was informed of what happened. They understood she couldn't be moved back to America in the condition she was in.
The sound of the doorknob turning and door opening awoken Arabella from her sleep and alerted her of the figures in her room.
"Arabella?" Her mother asked quietly.
"Yes, mother?" Arabella croaked out.
"How are you feeling?" Her father asked, as he came into view.
The two sat at the edge of the bed, Benjamin broodingly standing next to them.
"I'm fine," she said her voice cracking at the end.
Her mother sighed, "Arabella, the doctor says that you are not."
She kept quiet.
"They have something to tell you." Ben said passively.
She looked at her parents expectantly.
"Arabella," her father began, "Mike has requested our presence urgently back to America. There has been an attack on the Western Border, and there has been many casualties. We have to leave today."
She looked away from them, turning her attention to Ben and blinked hard. He bowed his head, looking down.
"You understand. Don't you?" Her mother asked her urging her for the correct answer.
"Yes, I understand," she said, her voice small and her gaze hard. She understood, she tried to convince herself.
"Ben?" She looked at her brother with an eyebrow half raised.
"I have to go back with Vladimir to train today also." He told his twin begrudgingly.
"Okay," she said, sounding bitter, "then you all should leave and start packing."
Her face turned hard as she looked at her family leave. She scoffed after they left.
She wondered where the King was, she hadn't seen him for the past two day, she wanted to see him. Her meals were delivered at regular times and served to her and the doctor constantly checked her, the nurses monitored her and swarmed her.
She felt alone for the first time. It was foreign for her. She always had the pack to make her feel needed. She sank into the bed and stared at the painting of scenic beauty of the moon shining and reflecting on a sea of clear water.
Her eyes analyzed the picture, the opalescent cratered moon glowed gloriously and the pool of water was dark from the black sky's reflection. The reflection of the moon rippled in the center of the painting. A tear slipped out of her eye and rolled down her cheek onto the pillow.
"I'm fine." She muttered to her self, crinkling her eyes.
The rhythmic beeps from the monitor that signaled her heartbeat had become normal to her, a silent normality. She ignored it. She pressed the button that alerted the doctor that she needed help.
Doctor Steele came bursting in, "what's wrong?" He asked alarmed.
"Where's the king?" She asked seriously.
He narrowed his eyes at her, "He's in his office. He's been busy."
"Could you please tell him that I want to see him." She said thinking about an excuse to see him.
"Sure, no problem." He said before exiting the room.
She got out of bed, and sat on the edge, she brought her head to her hands in attempts of taming her headache. About fifteen minutes later, the King appeared.
'This was a bad ideas. He's busy, he's done enough.' She thought regretting calling him here.
"Is something wrong?" He asked her softly looking at her, assessing her for any more injuries. To him she looked beautiful despite how tired and sick she was.
"No," she said.
He hadn't seen her in two days and the information and updates from the doctor did her no justice of how she really looked. He walked over to her and took a seat next to her.
He wanted to touch her so much but he knew she was still mad at him. He was very busy for the past days, he was just finishing a meeting when the doctor came to see him. He had told him that Arabella might be slightly depressed and that he needed to be there for her.
She looked at him before contemplating what to say next.
He relented, fixing her falling shirt back on her shoulder, caressing her neck gently and then moving her hair out of her face, caressing her cheek.
She didn't want him to touch her but at the same time she did. She looked away from him. He placed his hand on her's that were steadied on her lap, taking one in his hand.
"What bothering you, love?" He asked again, gentler. She was quiet.
"Nothing," she said after the pause, looking down in her lap at his hand that was intertwined with her right hand.
"What happened to your arm?" She asked turning his hand to reveal a bandage by his elbow.
She turned and looked at him now, pushing the hair behind her ears herself. Wearing a thin, tank top and a soft long pajama bottom, her body sweated from the fever. The beeping of the machine sounded awkwardly in the room between the long pauses.
"Your brother. He clawed me before he left," he said with a hard voice.
Her eyes widened, " what did you do to him?" She asked concern.
He looked at her slightly irritated, that she didn't even looked or seemed a bit concerned about his wound since he was the victim.
He sighed and looked at her, "Nothing. I did nothing,"
"Are you okay?" She asked him as she turned his arm again to look at the size of the bandage.
"Yes, I'm fine," He told her, "are you sure there isn't anything you need?"
"Actually," she started, "could you show me the most recent file on the Gardenian Pack?"
He looked at her slightly nervous, "I'm sorry, but I can't."
"Why?" She said, looking at him coldly.
"Because those are confidential. And.." he trailed off.
"And?" She asked harshly, knowing what he was going to say.
"And only Alphas can request those files and you're not queen yet so you can't-" he said trying to explain.
She shot up from the bed, clutching the wall as she rose.
"You must love making me feel inadequate," she belted out.
The king quickly stood to catch her wobbly body.
"Don't! Don't touch me," she said.
"Arabella, you know the rules," he told her sternly.
"Just leave. I should've never asked you to come here." She said.
"Arabella," he said softly.
She turned away from him.
"Just relax. Sit back on the bed. You have to stay calm," he said.
She sat ruefully down back on the bed and looked at him with a hard face. She lay down and turned away from him.
"I'm just tired of everything. Tired of you," she said knowing that he heard.
He looked down at the ground and sighed sadly. She didn't know how much her words affected him. She didn't realize he was growing tired too.
"Sleep well, Arabella." He said passively before he exited the room.
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What do you guys think?
What do you think about Arabella's behaviour?
How do you think the King is feeling about his mate being so sick?
What do you think it means that the king is getting tired of Arabella's behaviour?
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Will Arabella even recover from her sickness?
Will Arabella forgive the King soon or at all?
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