Chapter 50 Waking Up

Ava's POV
It hurts. It hurts.
The pain and soreness from the inside of my body tearing like that made me unable to calm down even in my dreams.
Maybe it's the uncontrollable anxiety that comes with physical pain, but in my dream I was in a hurry to do everything, from rinsing out the cup, to throwing away all my clothes, to getting home before it gets dark.
Remember, it has to be quick!
I even dreamed of Kate, who was standing less than a meter away from me looking at me, wearing a ragged cotton dress.
I subconsciously wanted to go up and take her hand, but the moment I reached out, I saw her face was full of tears, tears were rolling down from her big, beautiful eyes.
Surprised and amazed I stopped moving and just stood there staring at her.
Hurry up Ava, hurry up.
The voice was urging again, it urged me to keep moving forward, keep moving forward, to finish this dream quickly.
But Kate was still here, how could I leave her behind?
In a panic I tried to take her with me, but she just stood there shaking her head.
"Come on."
I heard my voice shaking, "Go! Get out of here ......"
She still didn't move, just slowly shaking her head and shedding tears.
My heart suddenly felt like a big hole had been broken and was quickly filled with wind from nowhere.
"Why?"
I asked her in a very small voice, but could not say the following words.
I suddenly didn't know what I should ask her, I seemed to forget what I was going to say.
I just looked at her. Looked at her eyes, looked at her face, and the dress she was wearing.
For a moment I seemed to remember that Kate had never had a dress like this. Because she did not like this kind of fine little flowers.
I opened my eyes and looked at the pale ceiling.
I knew this was not my room.
My room was carefully prepared by Kate for me, the entire room walls were painted green, and every morning when the sun shines through the window, it is incredibly pleasant. This is completely different from the current pale and empty room.
Not to mention that there was now the sound of another person breathing in my ears, which was hard to ignore.
I turned my head to see a man lying just a reach away from me, his face was tilted toward me, his eyes closed.
A man.
His features were perfect, making it difficult to turn one's attention elsewhere at the first sight of the man, plus the silver hair that would remind one of the winged angels of Greek mythology.
To such a face most people will not produce any disgust, I mean most. Of course, there are a small number of people will wonder if such a face will hide some darker and ugly soul.
This is not impossible.
I couldn't help but get a little closer and look at his eyelashes.
The eyelashes are really a little too long for a boy, but on his face they are just right.
Perhaps the distance is too close, the smell belonging to his body is also a little more intense, although it is still a refreshing sea salt mint smell.
I rubbed my nose, withdrew my eyes and sat up.
My clothes had been thrown at the foot of the bed, and there was nothing wrong with them except that they were crumpled like a scrap of paper. I wanted to try to smooth it out a bit before I wore it, but gave up on that for a while after trying.
There was no watch, and nothing within the cell phone to let me know what time it was.
I barely tolerated the discomfort and got dressed and got out of bed and pulled back the curtains. But the sky outside the window was overcast and it seemed to be raining heavily, so it was impossible to tell what time it was.
"You're awake?"
Misty said, "Are you okay?"
Me?
"I think okay." I thought about it again, "Probably."
"Then let's go." Misty seemed sleepy and her voice sounded very muffled, "I don't want to stay here, the smell makes me a little sick to my stomach."
"It's time to go."
What else could I say but to answer her dryly, then make myself neat and leave as if nothing had happened.
Walking out of Aaron's bedroom, I just saw the clutter in the living room.
It was really late last night, plus he hadn't wanted me to turn on the lights, so I didn't know what had happened here, but now it seems that probably his mania had once kicked in before I got to his room.
The whole living room was messed up, the table almost shattered into a floor of glass scraps, even the curtains were torn into pieces, a glance over the house has been little furniture, leaving only a sofa that has tipped over in the past remains in place, as if something left over from the land of war, alone telling the story of what has passed on its own.
In addition, there are some blood stains.
No, a lot of blood.
At first it looked like just a little bit, dripping all the way to the edge of the couch, and then it became one bright red footprint after another, leading straight to the bedroom.
I sighed and found clean gauze in his bathroom and walked into his room.
The covers didn't show anything either, but the blood on the sheets from lifting the covers was obvious, I just didn't know if it was his or not. I blushed a little at the thought of it.
But what was certain was that his foot was indeed injured, and much of the broken glass even remained in the palm of his foot, which might become infected if not treated promptly.
I didn't really want to wake him up.
"Let's go then." Misty woke up again at some point, her tone was unusually cold, "He'll wake up sooner or later anyway, won't he? Such a small injury, anyone will be able to handle it."
"I don't want to just leave without doing anything." I took the broken glass out with tweezers a little bit, and then applied the antiseptic ointment from his house. I don't know how long this ointment has been in place, there is no smell at all. I do not know if there is still effect.
"We'll go back later, I'll take a shower, handle myself and get out of here."
"Don't you want to pack your stuff?" Misty said, "I thought we had a lot of stuff to pack."
"There's nothing to pack." I thought about it and said, "You forget we didn't bring anything with us when we got here, except for some potions and my surgical instruments."
Now the potions are also used up, surgical instruments I always carry with me, there is nothing else but these.
"Then those ......" Misty seemed to be about to say something, but then fell silent halfway through and ended up not saying anything.
I didn't think about what she was going to say, and I couldn't be bothered to think about what she was going to say for the moment. I was only thinking about one thing right now.
That was Aaron.
He was acting really strange.
First of all, I know he had a rampage relapse yesterday before I arrived. Well, it wasn't that big of a deal. Although I know he is now much better than before after my treatment over time, that doesn't mean he is completely cured.
Especially with that one former partner and betrayer hanging around all day, if I were me I'd probably explode wildly too.
I guess that Deborah came to him again before I came and did something to irritate him and left.
No, by the look of the living room, they probably had a fight.
And here I am.
From the way he reacted last night mistaken identity is not an option.
Berserk can bring forward the rut of a werewolf?
I don't think I've heard of that.
Also, would a werewolf who has done something like that be this low on energy?
I've already woken up and he's not even awake. Not only did he not wake up, I am now treating his wounds, which should be very painful, and he is still not moving.
Even the breathing rate hasn't changed.
Is this normal?
After treating the wound on my foot, I walked over to the bed and lowered my head to look at him.
His face was perfectly normal, with no signs of blood loss that would rule out shock.
"Aaron?"
I tried to call out to him softly to see if he responded, but his eyes were closed, his eyelashes hadn't even twitched, and he remained in the same position I had left him in earlier.
One arm rested stretched out on the pillow, the other naturally resting on itself.
I hesitated and put my fingers on his wrist.
His pulse was beating slowly, very slowly.
This is not the frequency a person should have in a sleeping state, if not for some special factors more likely he had taken some drugs.
I thought about the drugs I had given him, and the ones I used regularly didn't seem to cause this condition.
And if he had really taken medication before then it wouldn't have relapsed.
Could it be ......
"It's her, isn't it?" Misty's tone sounded sure, "It's because she's been here before, right?"
"Not necessarily."
I closed my eyes, feeling a little dizzy in my head, "Maybe it's because he accidentally messed up eating something himself."
But honestly, that's not very likely.
"Either way it has nothing to do with her." Misty spoke quickly, "If it really is her, then we'd better be careful from now on."
"Why?"
I talked to her somewhat inattentively while I was looking around for anything suspicious.
"Think about it, if it really is that woman, she can do such a thing then how obvious the purpose must be. As a result, the person standing here now is you, does she feel happy for you?"
"It's possible that she's been watching you since you entered this door." Misty then said, "I have this feeling."
"What feeling." I noticed the half exposed bottle that had rolled under the cabinet and reached down and picked it up.
It was a wine bottle, very ordinary.
"Sumac sparkling wine." I whispered as I twirled the bottle.
But there was nothing left in it.
I uncorked the bottle and smelled it, and the smell of fresh, sweet wine rushed into my nose along with a very faint smell of herbs.
The special thing about the brewing process of this wine makes it taste like it will carry an herbal aroma, which doesn't mean anything.
But there was a small hole at the bottom of the cork.
"The feeling that danger is approaching." Misty said.
I stood up and gripped the cork in my hand, "Let's go."
I think I know how he got hit.