It’s been two days since the brain surgery. There is no sign of him waking up at all. His heart is beating fine, all of his vitals are normal and yet he is still in a coma. After various medical tests have been done, even the doctors are now unsure of the specific cause behind him not waking up. Now, all Blake can do is hope that Mark will wake up soon.
Since that day, Blake has been taking care of him all by himself day and night without even getting a wink of sleep. He hasn’t even gone to work and has been handling every office affair from the hospital. Because of over-exhaustion, his whole appearance has become haggard with visible dark circles under his eyes.Just now he has ended his video conference with his assistant, who was briefing him about the day’s work. After finishing the conference, he swiftly closes his laptop and gently presses his tired eyes, hoping to drive out some of his tiredness. After putting aside his laptop, he rises from his seat aMore characters coming and the plot finally picking up.
Mark feels as if the world is spinning around him. It didn't make sense why, every time he thinks that he is finally getting to know him well, he is hit by another truth once more. It's one thing for Blake to not forgive him, but it's totally a different thing for him to lie to him over and over again. He doesn't know what to believe and what not to believe anymore. And now, looking at the fear and panic-filled on Blake's face, he realizes that without a doubt, he has been lied to once again. Soon he realizes the brutal truth! So, everything that has happened is only because of him. He is responsible for all these. If… if only he didn't leave him behind then...might be, Blake wouldn't have turned out to be like this today. It's happened because he failed his duties as his mate. Despair engulfs him from within as
Mark notices a note card lying on the floor. He then suspiciously looks around the room. This doesn’t look like a house that has undergone a torrent only a few hours back at all. After waking up, he has been expecting to see something like a blooded path, broken furniture, headless wolf or even a vampire with an empty chest cavity. But is he seeing now? Absolutely nothing, not even a speck of dust. Its looking as if the house has magically cleaned itself or something. Everything is spotlessly clean and in its place like before. There isn’t even a drop of blood to be seen. In spite of the house undergoing a thorough cleaning, he can still smell blood in the air which is the only proof that whatever has transpired is true and not some freakish dream of his. When the fishy smell of blood suddenly stings him in his nostrils, he feels suffocated. Oh Shit! he can never get used to this smell. He qui
Blake slowly drifted into a restless sleep as the night grows deeper and the cold gradually sets in. He finds himself standing in a corridor, standing before two double doors, the gold handles gleaming in the light. A light music floats into his ears from behind the door. The soft sound of the violin forms a beautiful memory and yet, as he looks at the all too familiar corridor, he gets a sense of déjà vu. As he looks around at the marble tiles with exquisite design, the family portraits mounted on the painted walls and the gleaming chandelier high above his head, he feels like this is a place where he has seen before but no matter what he is unable to remember where he has seen before. Suddenly, a gentle hum of conversation interrupts his wandering mind which seems to be coming from inside the room. Listening to it, he hurriedly moves away from the door. He unsteadily walks back, his whole body shudderin
From behind, Mark fiercely pounces on the wolf who is about to wound his mate. He growls at the wolf angrily, sinking his fangs deep into his skin and brutally tearing off its neck. Blood gushes out of the wound and splatters on the ground, dyeing the floor in red. The wolf falls on the floor stiffly, his body jerking each time the blood flows out from his neck. Mark listens to the weak whimpers he makes, his ultimate effort to desperately hold on to his dear life. After making sure that the wolf was no longer moving, he quickly goes to Blake’s side. Mark smells blood from his mate. Concerned, he immediately turns to examine his body to find the source of the blood. Blake is now pitifully lying on the ground, unconscious. Because of constant blood loss, dripping from his wound, his face is becoming paler. Seeing him lying so pitifully on the
Mark is trying to make sense of what he is seeing in front of him. In front of him there are two paws- big, black and covered with fur. He continues to stare at those two furry paws as if his stare would make them disappear at once. H-how…w-why is this happening to him at the time when Blake is standing right in front of him? His head starts to spin. He immediately turns his face to look at the expression of his mate who is standing a few distance away from him. He is worried and desperate. W-what if…what if he thinks of him as a monster? And what if he starts to fear him and then starts avoiding him? What if he severs all his ties with him? All kinds of thoughts start blowing out his mind. No, he can never ever let that happen again, at least not until he is alive. He will never let go of him in this life. He can already feel his scent filling up the
Mark holds on to the sink as another bout of pain tears through his body. Cold sweat breaks out all over his body. Gradually the pain makes it harder for him to breathe. He clutches onto his chest tightly. *pant* *pant* his body shakes weakly and he slowly collapses onto the floor. He feels bile rising up to his mouth, but he resists the impulse to throw up. He closes his mouth tight and forcefully swallows down whatever is forming inside his mouth. Suddenly, he feels an intense heat burning in the area where his canines used to be. It is driving him crazy to the point of losing his consciousness this instant. So as not to lose his consciousness, he almost uses all his strength while a faint groan slips out of his mouth. He is feeling as if a fire is constantly burning inside his mouth. His body is now lying on the title floor completely without an ounc