Chapter 63
DECKARD
1 pounce on the bed, the movement sudden and forceful, hoping the jolt will startle her awake. But nothing happens.
She’s cold. Too cold. My hear races,in fear. She can’t die on me. She can’t.
her like a child as if my warmth alone could bring her back.
I sit on the bed, pulling her up into my arms, wrapping my arms around her to cradle her
“Amica! Please wake up! Wake up now–I command your My voice is sharp, desperate. She has always feared my tone, olieyed my commands.
Surely this will reach her. But she doesn’t move, doesn’t even inch.
My heart tightens painfully. “Fine!” I retire, trying to control the breaking in my voice. “I’m not mad at you anymore for the reason I forgive you! No… I believe you! The words rumble out as I clutch her closer. Just wake up!”
She remains still, her body lifeless in my arms. The fear claws deeper into me.
“Hurry with the healer, Bria!” I yell again, louder this
is time, my
my anger fueled by the helplessness consuming me.
Footsteps approach hurriedly, and I look up to see Mary entering the room, her face etched with concern.
“My Alpha, what is wrong with her?” she asks, her voice had worry in
“Please, let me check her–just until the healer arrives,” Mary offers, stepping closer
For a moment, I hesitate but logic forces me to let her approach. “Do it,” I snap, holding Amica even closer as if afraid someone will take her from
the.
“Oh yes, heal her! Her body has gone cold. What is wrong with her?” My voice is filled with panic as I step aside, allowing Mary to check her. After
Mary is a doctor. Fanyone can do something it’s her
Mary leans over Amica, placing her fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. “She has a weak pulse,” she murmurs, her voice steady but cautious.
“you cannot let her diet” My eyes born into hers, pleading, commanding. I need her to understand the gravity of this.
“I will try my best, my Alpha,” she assures me, her tone calm despise the chaos, and she immediately begins pulling out medical supplies from her biz
“I need the room warm,” she instructs, her focus never wavering “Shut all the windows and turn on the heater
Without hesitation, I urge the maids to follow her orders. They scurry about, closing every draft, turning the room into a cocoon of heat
Mary pulls out a drip from her duffle bag and begins setting it up, I don’t stand idly by- assist her, handing her what she needs, hoping to make the process as fast as possible.
She pulls a syringe and begins searching for a vein on Amica’s arm, but her efforts seem fruitless. She tries injecting multiple times, but there’s nothing
“Her veins are faint, almost disappearing, Mary mutters, her face tight with concentration.
1 glance at Amica. Pale White as a ghost. She looks so fragile,
Once I notice Mary struggling to find Amica’s vein. I move to sit beside Amica on the bed. I take her hand in mine, rubbing it between my palms, trying to warm it back to life. “Try this one,” I say, guiding Mary to a spot that feels faintly warmer
Mary nods and tries again. This time, it is a success. She finds the vein and carefully injects the needle, attaching the drip. The slow flow of Liquid begins to pass into Amica’s body
“What do we do now!” I ask, still worried
“111 need to monitor her vitals closely before I decide on the next steps, Mary replies, focused but cautious. “I don’t want to risk anything that could cause her heart to relapse.”
“Oh, okay. We’ll wait until she gets better.” I say Ermly. “I’ll stay right here, keeping her warm”
Mary glances at me,
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hesitation in
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reyes.
“Deck, please,” she begins, her voice soft. I can take care of her. Why don’t
( rest! You’ve had such a you
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long day”
My hrad snaps up, and I glare at her, “Why would I ever do that?” I demand, “Why would you even think that being beside my own mate would
muke me tired?“.
Mary takes a step back, sensing my annoyance. I
“Do you think I’m a weak alpha who can’t handle his responsibilities?” Tanap.
For some reason. Mary’s well–meaning suggestion ignates something in me
e–something that imitates
“I’m so sorry, Deck. I didn’t mean to upset you” she begs, but I cut her off with a sharp
pa gesture of my hand, silencing her immediately
“I will sit right here until she gets better,” I say through clenched teeth, turning my attention back to Amica. I keep my hands on her, moving them over her face and body, trying to measure her temperature, praying for even the faintest sign of warmth.
Not long after, the sound of hurried footsteps fills the hallway. Bria enters, followed closely by the old healer, Martha.
“You’re here–thank the goddest She’s gone cold again! Do something!” I b
“I bark at Martha as I watch Amica’s still form.
Martha inclines her head slightly. “Good evening, my Alpha,” she greets me calmly, her wise eyes scanning the room with an air of quiet
reservation
There’s no
time for pleasantries. She steps closer, placing a hand on Amica’s forehead. After a moment, she nods, her expression unreadable.
“What happened to her. Alpha? What caused her to relapse like this?” she asks while setting her bag on the table and pulling out various potions and
“She was just in the room, she…….” My voice trails off as I realize that no explanation 1 give will make sense–not to them, not even to myself. This is all my fault, I pushed her too far. I failed her
“You did not seed to instructions, Alpha?” Martha’s shaken voice says, “Her wolf is petrified! You are treading a dangerous path here, Alpha. Very dangerous.”
“Take out the drip,” she commands sharply. “Thai won’t help her.”
-What
1o Mary snaps, her voice rising. “You can’t do that?” She steps forward, her anger directed at Martha. “I need her to respond to treatment. I don’t need your mumbo jumbo interfering with her recovery!”
Martha’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Fine,” she says curtly. “Leave the drip. But you cannot administer anything else. I need to know how every little thing she’s exposed to affects her. If you override me, I can’t help her!”
Mary scowls but backs off slightly, her frustration evidens. “This is ridiculous,” she munters under her breath, folding her arms and glaring at the
Mariha pays her no mind and begins lighting incense, the fragrant smoke curling into the room. She moves deliberately, her hands steady as she murmurs words I can barely make out
o in disbelief.
“This is bullshit,” Mary mumbles again, louder this time, throwing her hands up
Martha stops mid–motion, turning to look at me directly. Her eyes pierce mine, “You didn’t take heed to my advice, Alpha,” she says. “now you’re going to be the death of her
Her words hit me like bolts of electricity in the chest.
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