Saturday, November 10th Pt. 2
“There are many reasons that I refused to leave you at General this time but I think the best way for you to understand is starting at the beginning.
When you were dumped the only thing you were wearing was a pair of boxers. Your face was so bloody and swollen that when you arrived at the hospital not even Alex recognized you. He took a blood sample once he got the IV in your ankle. I was shocked when he called me later that morning wanting me to attend a private meeting.
Emily, take a seat on the bed. I would like you to help keep him calm. Although these medications help his pain they also cause him to feel a lot of burning.”
I whimper lightly as the bed dips beside me. A much smaller hand now slips into mine. I attempt to yelp as I feel the burn, pulling my leg away from the source until it meets the resistance of a gentle hold.
“I give both of these in four small doses. Try to relax.”
I whimper through the rest of the medication. My previous fights now have me feeling the full fury of pain from massive amounts of injuries. The pain I’m in far exceeds the pain coming from the morphine and Vicodin making it easier not to fight.
“I’ve gotten into a very specific routine with you over the last few days. I know I haven’t answered your questions and I’m certain you have more but I do feel that you have been fairing very well with what I’ve established with you.”
‘How long have I been with you?’
I feel like it’s a repeat question but I don’t recall it being answered.
“I’m sorry, I guess I must have misunderstood your previous question.”
He answers with a slight chuckle as the dip in the bed reduces. I hear the sudden whirring sound of fans turning on while the feeling of a sheet or blanket being removed starts. I shift slowly, uncomfortable with the idea that I’m naked underneath the cover that he’s removing.
“I know I mentioned you being dumped on my doorstep just after midnight Sunday morning, right now it is nearly eight Saturday night. You were dumped six days ago. Within thirty-six hours of your arrival at Red General, Alex had identified you and called me into his office for a meeting. He asked me a lot of questions regarding my knowledge of you and your situation.”
I whimper lightly as I feel the hospital gown fall from around me.
“After about an hour of talking he seemed satisfied with my answers and finally opened up about what he had found.”
I tense as a warm cloth touches my skin. Although it’s obvious that great care is being taken, the cloth rubbing against my skin irritates the injuries that must be present. I breathe rapidly through my nose, wishing that I was able to open my mouth to pant as my whimpering increases.
“I’m sorry. I know this is rough. I promise you will feel better by the time I’m done.”
He remains calm and gentle as he continues down my body. I concentrate on his location. He started at my neck before moving to my arms and shoulders. It’s only when he starts getting closer to my waist and rear that I realize the care and gentleness that he treats the areas with.
‘Is my back injured badly again?’
“Your back is bruised up but nothing like the scar that’s on your lower back. If you don’t mind, I’d really like to wait until you’re further along in your healing before I rattle off a long list of injuries.”
‘Noooo!’
I cry out as the cloth starts passing over my rear. I’m clawing at the sheet in a desperate attempt to pull myself away from his touch but the cast on my left arm restrains me from my goal.
“Am I hurting you?”
He sounds shocked as he stops his attempts to continue.
‘I don’t like being touched there. I don’t like being touched at all but this is the worst.’
I try to explain what’s always been difficult.
“Is it fair to say the front is just as difficult?”
‘Yes sir.’ I admit weakly not knowing how much emotion can be heard.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Alex told me that you were exceptionally private. Actually noted that you had an unusually high amount of anxiety surrounding showers and baths.”
‘Being naked.’
I accidentally forget how they can hear my every thought.
“Try to relax with me. I’ve developed a pattern that, at least subconsciously, you’ve responded very well to the last three days.”
‘Three days?’ I can’t help but repeat.
“You came to us six days ago. We had to wait until the worst of your injuries were mostly resolved before we could move you here with me.”
‘Will I return to the pack house.’
“When you are well enough you will be allowed to decide.”
‘I don’t understand. How would I decide?’
“I know you don’t like it but it is important to keep your entire body clean.”
I tense as he touches me but the break he’s given me has, surprisingly, helped me accept what needs to be done.
“Right now you are far too injured to even contemplate letting you care for yourself. You were right to be skeptical about my ability to take care of you. Things have changed in the ten months since you left for Crimson Dawn. Your father requesting the ferality trial has done more than change things for you.”
‘How’s that?’
I find myself starting to relax as the pain medication starts taking effect.
“In regards to you, it has allowed your father to change your status. That’s where I stopped explaining my meeting with Alex. You see, after an hour of questioning he felt that I was trustworthy enough of being let into your disastrous world.”
‘What did he tell you? No, sorry. That’s not.’
“It’s okay. You feel me in an uncomfortable spot. I’m doing this slightly differently than normal so that after rolling you I can cover you while I finish your bath.”
He explains patiently.
“The discussion Alex and I had revolved around what I knew surrounding you and Alpha Redmen, the rumors that plague your existence and what I believed was the truth.”
‘What did you tell him?’
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