Chapter 19

Amelia's POV

I walk away from Zithanial and try and keep my cool and not go running back to him. I have to do this myself and can't have my mate holding my hand the whole time.

Although I do like when he holds something else of mine. No No No, I can't be thinking about that right now.

There is only 2 floors to our hospital and since the maternity ward is most of down stair, I head straight to the stairs and take two at a time.

Whilst most people seem to hate the smell of hospitals, I actually don't mind it. It just smells clean and clean is good.

Nurse May is sitting in the reception booth at the top of the stairs, "Hi Amelia, I presume you are here to see your bother. Room 20 on the right." She has a friendly smile but pretty sure that is required with her job.

I give a nod of the head and a quick smile before turning to the right, room 10, room 12, room 14, 16, 18. 20.

I don't hear any noise coming through the door, even with my wolf hearing. Just the slow breathing of someone, well breathing is always good.

~Just go in~ my wolf pipes up ~You have done nothing wrong and have no reason to be scared~

I know, I know. But I can't help it, anxiety doesn't go away over night

~But Adrain could of~

Damn she is cold.

Okay, it is time to go in! Adrain took a bullet for you, taking a huge leap forward in making up for what has happened. I could be dead now if it wasn't for him.

I muster up my courage and push the door open.

Adrain is laying there on the bed peacefully, surrounded by a world of white, his tan skin almost glows.

Adrain's bed is in the left hand corner of the small room, next to the huge window that looks out onto the forest. It is really important that in our hospitals we have big windows everywhere. As werewolves it is hard to be locked away and distanced from nature; especially when we are injured.

There is much else in the room but monitoring equipment and 2 comfy looking chairs either side of the bed. I walk up the the chair closest to me and take a seat. Lifting my hand up to the rail post of the bed I stare at Adrian's hand laying by his side, unmoving.

A tear slowly slips down the side of my face, quickly followed by another.

"Hey, hey," I hear a voice whisper hoarsely. "I'm not dead yet."

My head whips up towards Adrain's face to see his green eyes, a reflection of mine, staring back at me. "Don't you dare say something like that," I whisper back, still struggling to find my voice around others.

Adrain weakly smiles, "You talked to me, I've missed your voice."

"I've missed you too," I let out in a sob, burying my face into the white sheets by his hand.

Adrian's hand comes and rest on my head, "I'm so so sorry, I know no matter how many times I say it will never make up for what I have done. But please let me try."

It takes all the courage I have and some of my wolf's, not to say that 'it is okay, I forgive you.' Because I don't, at least not yet.

I lift my head up, letting Adrian's hand fall back to his side, "I know, baby steps," I smile through the tears. The smile may only be for Adrain's benefit because I don't have the heart to make him feel any worse.

I shake my head trying to get back on track, "So how are you feeling, where did the bullet pierce?"

Adrain laughs then immediately winces, "Ah that hurt."

I stand up and look towards the door, "Should I get Nurse May?! Is something wrong?" I ask frantically.

"No, no," Adrian smiles briefly. "I just shouldn't laugh. The bullet went through my stomach and hit my liver and nerve on my back."

I slowly sit back down, "So what does that mean?"

"Well it hitting my liver is okay, you don't need much of that to live; only means less alcohol." Adrian takes a deep breath. "And with the nerve, well we just have to wait and see what I can do."

"Oh," It is my turn to take a breath in. We just have to wait and see what he can do, so does that mean no wolf? Or no walk? Don't we have amazing self healing capabilities, should he be fine?

"My wolf healed most of the damage, but because the bullet was sliver they have to see how my wolf handles the change." Adrain clenches his jaw and stares out the window.

I can see the sadness radiating off my brother, the dread that he could never turn again. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. What would happen to someone if they couldn't turn into their wolf?

I shake my head yet again, no. No more sadness.

I push a smile on my face, "Remember that time that mum and dad took us to that circus that came to town, the one with the really badly dressed clown?"

Adrain groans, "Not the one that gave me nightmares."

"Yes that one," I laugh covering my mouth with my hands.

And that is what we did for the rest of the day, we talked and talked and talked. About what we could remember about mum and dad. About our childhood before me moved. About those small little bits of sibling bonding we did in secret when we moved. Granted I wasn't happy about the in secret part, that part hurts, but at least the memories were good. Our talk was full of laughing, something that hasn't happened in a very long time. It felt nice and refreshing to be able to laugh with Adrain. But in the back of my mind the whole time I couldn't shake all of the bad stuff that happened; and there is much more bad than good. Adrain may not be forgiven but possibly in time.