⭐Aria POV⭐
“Am I dead?”
“Is this how death feels like?”
I was surrounded by complete darkness that I couldn’t tell whether my eyes were open or shut. I was cold and shivering. I could hear a voice far away talking but I couldn’t tell what was being said and I was too tired to even try.
I surrendered to the feeling and let it consume me. My life was worthless and I lost any hope to live. Death would be kind to me now.
Beep … beep … beep
I heard the rhythmic sound growing louder and louder till I finally opened my eyes and saw light flashing directly at my eyes.
“Hello?”
“Can you hear me?”
I closed my eyes again refusing the reality that I was still I alive, but it was useless. The moon goddess still wanted me to suffer.
My throat burned and my voice didn’t come out so I just nodded my head at the person in front of me.
“Where the hell am I?”
I lost conscious with this thought one more time and when I came back I was able to determine that I was in a hospital. A different nurse stood next to me adjusting the monitor when I said: “Water”
She smiled warmly at me and gave me a glass of water before saying: “Hey, how are you feeling?”
I gulped down the cold liquid that felt like heaven running down my throat.
“How long have I been here?”
“You were brought here in the early morning”
“Who brought me?”
“I don’t know. A young man rushed into the ER with you in his arms. You were in a really bad shape but he got you here just in time”
I nodded and furrowed my brows thinking about who that man was. I watched the nurse remove the tubes and the wires connected to me body.
She talked about my injuries and asked about what happened to me but I didn’t answer her back. I just stared at my stomach. I wanted to ask her about my baby but I was scared of the answer. I already knew it but I didn’t want to hear and admit to the reality that my baby was killed by his own father.
The man that I once loved and gave my all killed my baby without even flinching. He disregarded all that we had together and murdered the last hope I had for a family. Without noticing, tears streamed down my cheeks.
I was alone again. I didn’t know how long did I cried for or when did I pass out again but when I woke up again. It was dark outside. I stood up to go to the bathroom when pain shot through my whole body like an electric volt. I fell back on the bed and almost passed out again.
“AHHH” I screamed out loud and gritted my teeth.
I took a few deep breaths before standing up again and slowly walked towards the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn’t recognize myself.
I had bruises all over my face, my back was covered with band aids and I had dried blood on every inch of my body. I washed my face and enjoyed the cold water sensation. Then with a cold towel I tried as much as possible to clean myself.
I opened the door and stepped outside then I saw him. He was there on my bed, staring at me with silver eyes. I froze in my place and my heart skipped a beat.
His stare was intense and piercing. It reached directly into my soul.
“How did you get in here?” I cautiously walked towards the bed and stood in front of him.
I couldn’t resist admiring him. He was still staring at me when I stretched my hand and caressed his shiny black fur. The wolf in front of me stood up on the bed and looked down at me. Startled I stepped back.
Suddenly the door opened and a nurse stepped inside the room. She was scared out of wits when she the wolf on the bed standing tall.
“Is he yours?” she asked me after finally managing to get the wolf on the floor and I went back to bed for her to check my vitals.
“No, I was about to ask you about him”
“Well, when my shift started. I found him here and he just refused to leave no matter what I did. I assumed he was yours and let it be”
I looked at the wolf that was still standing like a guard and staring at the nurse and what she was doing.
“The police are here. They want to talk to you”
I snapped my head at her and then nodded my head with agreement. I knew that was coming sooner or later.
Two officers later came in and asked me tons of questions about what happened to me and who could have done this to me but I didn’t dare say anything about the truth. All I managed to say was that I was coming back from work when I was attacked in the dark alley and I didn’t remember anything afterwards.
After taking my statement, the officers left and I found myself alone in the room. No, no not alone. I had that wolf sitting in the corner staring at me.
I was too tired to care about him right now may be in the morning I would have some energy to check where he came from or who he belonged to.
I kept tossing around in bed, trying to sleep when I suddenly the silver eyes standing right next to me. I gasped loudly for air and then watched the wolf jump on the bed and sit right next to me.
His warmth gradually seeped into my body and directly towards my heart and soul. His peaceful and calm breathing were like a lullaby that allowed me to finally drift to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, the wolf was still there. His mesmerizing silver eyes were staring directly at me. I couldn’t help but feel drawn into them.
“Aria”
Alan and Martha suddenly bursted into the room and came rushing to me, the wolf jumped of the bed and I felt cold without him.
“What happened to you?” Martha hugged me and tears ran down her cheeks.
“I am fine, don’t worry” I tried to assure her but she didn’t buy it.
“Who did that to you? Did you call the police?”
I turned to Alan was furious and said: “It doesn’t matter who did that”
“What do you mean? Aria do you know who did that to you?”
“Alan, please let it go”
“I can’t let it go. You lost your baby because of that person”
At the mention of the baby I couldn’t hold back my tears and I just turned to Martha and started crying again. She hugged me tighter and glared at Alan saying: “Let her be now Alan. She is sick and weak”
Alan’s angry face calmed down instantly: “Fine. Fine we can talk about it later”
Alan and Martha stayed with me and never left my side the whole time I was in the hospital. And so did the wolf that we failed to know anything about it.
After a week I was already used to his presence in my room and I always drifted to sleep with him in my bed. So I decided to take him home with me.
Alan drove me to my apartment and then left with Martha to the check on the dinner. They promised that they will be back with dinner.
I opened the door to my place and didn’t dare to step inside. I stood at the door frozen and scared…
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