Run Alpha... Run

Alpha Sam's POV

“Let's get Ren out of here ok. You two can search for her” Carson says. He is my daughter's protector. I know he would prioritize her over anything. I lift Ren in my arms and begin to carry her to the front of the pack house quickly. “Sam, you need to take it easy.” He says. My wolf lets out a threatening growl. No one was going to tell me how to care for my daughter in this moment. “I know man but the more you bounce her around, the more blood she is losing, look...” he points out. I glace back at the trail of my baby's blood that has trailed behind me. I feel my heart break as I continue moving. 

“Carson. Go. Get a car or stretcher... anything we can move her on. You can be faster.” I say, choking on every word. Carson sprints off, throwing himself into the pack house. He must have had some idea come to mind, as that was not what I was expecting. I continue walking toward our pack hospital, carrying my daughter in my arms. I can feel her breathing and hear the wheezing of each breath she takes. Its pulling at my soul each and every time. “Come on baby. Stay with me ok. You are so much stronger than this.” I mutter to her. A few seconds later, I hear feet pounding the path behind me. 

“Sam, put her on the gurney man. We can carry her there faster on this.” He says. I turn back, and place my daughter on the stretcher, held up by my Delta, and three of my pack warriors. They all wear the same worried look on their faces. She is truly loved in our home. They march off, carrying my baby to the hospital much faster, as I trail behind them. Suddenly, I feel empty. Like a lost pup trailing after the only important thing left in my life. I won't survive losing her. The pack doctor meets us at the entry with nurses and supplies ready. I realise, someone must have told him to go to the hospital instead of coming to the garden. Thank the Goddess for whoever had the forethought. My Delta had the right idea, we got there much faster with the gurney. We usually only use it for carrying wounded from a battlefield... but we hadn't had a war in decades. That thing must be older than I am. A piece of grungy green material wrapped around two pieces of wood. How archaic have we become in our complacency and peace?

They rush up with my daughter, still unconscious, lying on the material. I watch as her long blonde hair sways from the top of the gurney, reminding me of a grandfather clocks pendulum. Each sway was like time was ticking away from me. The doctor starts barking orders, and I stride over to him. Grabbing his collar to get his attention I say through gritted teeth, “you will not let my baby die today. Do you understand me?” I say. My eyes never leave his. I am always a calm, kind Alpha, but that man can't attend today. 

“Alpha, I know. But you must let me go or she's going to bleed out on the hospital doorstep.” He replies calmly. I remove my hand and follow them inside. I can't take my eyes off her. I just can't. At least, being able to see her, means she's still alive. They place her on a hospital gurney, and wheel her through some double doors. I trail behind.

“Alpha. You need to stay out here.” A young nurse says from behind a surgical mask. I look down to see her in bright, clean blue scrubs and her dark brown hair pulled highly into a bun at the base of her neck.  

“I will not leave my pup!” I bark and try to move around her.

“Alpha. I know you are upset and scared for her, but you need to let the surgeon's work. I need to be in there with her, but before I can do that, I need you to take a seat with your Delta and calm down for me. I will come out to update you at least every hour. I promise. On my place in this pack. Please.” She explains. I step back but cannot bring myself to sit down and wait. I just stare at the doors, waiting. 

“Go. I won't enter. Just... Let me stand here. Go help my princess. Please” I say. She sighs. Either in frustration or relief but I cannot find it in me to care. I am so numb all over. 

She turns, and leaves me, standing there in the hallway, staring at the only door that has ever mattered to me. Once my baby is OK, I think I will replace this fucking door... after I have smashed it to pieces... obviously. Carson comes to stand with me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I glance over at him briefly as my eyes return to the door. It's like they are magnetically attracted to the damn thing. I couldn’t look away, even when I tried to. 

“Shes going to be OK. You did everything we could. Shes a strong young woman. Strongest I have ever met. Shes not going to be brought down by one stab wound. They have her man. They have her.” He says. I don’t know if that’s for my benefit or his. He said it all so hopefully, it's like he needed to hear the words said by anyone... as long as they were said. As long as those words were out in the universe. I appreciated him now, more than I ever have. I remain silent. Staring at that door. Waiting.