“You’re being watched”
Cleopatra’s POV (cont.)
A throbbing pain pulsed through my skull as consciousness slowly returned. My body felt like it had been run through a meat grinder, every muscle screaming in protest as I tried to move.
With a groan, I forced my eyes open. I was on the cold, hard ground but this was not where I fell. Someone moved me away from the center of the road and laid me by this corner. Who could it be? And why?
My senses were now alert as the pain faded away, I felt my body healing. The motorcycle lay a few feet away from me and I managed to get on my feet. My legs trembled slightly as they’ve been on the ground for too long.
I scanned my surroundings, trying to piece together what hit me and why I’m by this side of the road instead of where I fell. But I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.
My eyes fell on a crumpled piece of paper lying near the bike. Curiosity piqued, I picked it up and unfolded it. A single, chilling sentence was written in bold, black ink:
You’re being watched.
Who would leave me such a note and why? Was it a warning or a threat? Why didn’t the person kidnap me or better still kill me? What does this mean?
I grew angrier by the second thinking about it. Have I really lost my touch? How could something like this happen to me?
How did someone sneak up on me and I didn’t notice on time?
I don't have time to ponder on all these now. I had to get to Alex. I had to make sure he’s alright before thinking about the sick bastard that left me this note and caused me to crash.
I limped to the bike and climbed onto it. I started the engine and rode off into the city. I gripped the handlebars tighter as the teaching hospital came into view. I pulled into the emergency entrance and the motorcycle skidded to a halt.
Where’s Alex? I thought to myself as I stumbled inside. I got to the front desk and saw a nurse.
“Hi, good evening. My friend was rushed here, his name is Alex Rodriguez. What room is he in?”
Silence. She ignored me like I was invincible.
“Excuse me?” I said, trying to get her attention but she avoided my eyes and was busy arranging files on the shelf.
I was getting pissed off at this point, my patience wearing thin. I slammed my hands on the counter and it shook violently, making the nurse jump.
“Listen to me, woman! My friend, Alex Rodriguez, was brought in here. I need to know where he is?” I demanded, my voice cold and menacing.
The nurse finally looked at me, her eyes wide with fear. Oh now she can see me?
She stammered, “I-I don’t know… I-I can check…”
I didn’t give her time to finish. “You can check and you ignored me all these while? What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled angrily.
I was losing control. I know she pissed me off but I’m not thinking straight right now. It seemed like my chest could burst any moment from now. My wolf was growling on the inside, trying to claw her way out.
This can’t be the reason. How is my wolf this angry because of something minor like this? Why do I keep losing control? I closed my eyes and steadied my breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
The nurse looked at me like I was crazy. I managed to steady my breath and calm my nerves. “I called Alex and a nurse picked up, said he had an acci..,”
“Hello miss,” a voice rang out from behind me and I turned to see another nurse.
I gave a curt nod and looked at her skeptically. “I was the person on the phone in the afternoon. What took you so long?” She asked.
“Where is he?” I asked, ignoring her small effort to make a conversation.
“I’m sorry about nurse Nina. She’s not always like that, just that she was sent a query not quite long,” she explained as she walked me to the room where Alex was.
“I understand,” was all I said to her.
We got to the room where Alex was and I saw him lying on the bed, his left leg was tied up and he had a cast on his right arm. His head was also wrapped with a bandage.
“Oh God,” I muttered after accessing him. “What happened to him?” I asked the nurse.
“He’s a hero. He slammed into a pole while trying to avoid hitting a child,” she replied with a smile.
She excused herself and left.
I went closer to him and sat by his bedside. He was asleep. Seeing him like this made my heart ache. Alex is my human. I don’t want him hurt. He’s like the best friend and brother I never had and I can’t lose him.
He stirred, as if sensing my presence and I looked up at him immediately. Do I need to call the nurse?
His eyes flickered open, and a wave of relief washed over me. I reached out to touch his hand, my fingers trembling slightly.
“Cleopatra?” His voice was weak, but there was a hint of recognition in his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s me. I’m sorry I came late,” I replied, squeezing his hand slightly. “You scared me, you idiot.”
He tried to chuckle but it came out as a painful cough. “That’s no way to talk to a hero,” he whispered, his eyes closing again.
“Don’t talk,” I said softly. “Just rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I sat there, holding his hand, my mind racing. So many questions were going through my mind while I sat there. Who would leave me that note? And why?
I felt his hand, squeezing mine and quickly looked at his face. His eyes were open and he looked like he wanted to say something. I leaned closer.
“Do you want anything?” I asked softly and he gently shook his head, wincing at the action.
“How are you?” He asked with concern in his voice.
How am I? What does he mean? He’s the one lying on a hospital bed, wrapped up like a mummy.
“What do you mean?” I asked, poking him gently. “I should be asking you that. You’re the hero not me.”
“I… I got a call that you were injured..and was told to come to a certain location. I was driving down there when this happened,” he managed to say clearly.
A chill ran down my spine. A call? From who and why?
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