Chasing the rejected Luna

24: Going to the hospital

Alpha Ryven looked at me, the storm on his face was cleared a little bit and I quickly looked down.

"Don't look at me that way. You should get some medications for the ache all over your body. You might die if nothing is done about it." He stopped and I looked up to see him staring into space. "Follow me. You need a healer," he said and stood up.

Swallowing without saying anything, I followed him out of the room, my lips pressed into a thin line to stop me from grunting out. I kept a reasonable distance between us both and he didn't seem to mind.

We walked out of the pack house, treading on different paths, and came to a stop in front of a hospital. It made me wonder why he decided to come down instead of calling the doctor over or bringing me medication.

The thoughts stayed with me, too afraid to leave my lips. I had a feeling Alpha Ryven wouldn't be so thrilled if I asked him. It would be like I was disobeying him or questioning his choices. Which was not what I had in mind. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The hospital was moderately built, with pack members looking at me, giving me the chills. The people in the hospital were so much different from the ones in the pack house and the ones I saw

while coming to the pack.

These people seemed withdrawn, angry at something. However, they were being respectful towards their Alpha.

We walked some more with some of the pack members bowing in submission wondering what a girl like me was doing around their Alpha.

"We are here to see the pack doctor. He'll give medication. Though bitter but you have to drink it," Alpha Ryven said to me and I nodded my head at him. We walked in without knocking.

Outside, some members were waiting in a long queue. They quietened down when they saw it was their Alpha. For a moment, Alpha Ryven stopped, looking at the faces of the people behind to see who would dare utter any word of protest.

There was none. I thought the people wouldn't dare do that because they had a lot on their plates already. Not wanting to add to it.

It made me wonder why there were so many sick people in the hospital when Werewolves have strong healing abilities. It was rare to see one sick. And from the looks on the people's faces, they

seemed to be suffering a lot from some sickness.

Not realizing I had been lost, deep in thought, staring at my feet until Alpha Ryven's voice woke me up from my slumber of fantasy.

I smiled up at him as a way of apologizing for what I did. People were watching us like a hawk which stopped when the door was closed.

"I didn't ask for you to come in!" A doctor in a white lab coat barked and turned around with anger on his face. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

The signs were all there, staring at me and probably laughing in my face for being so dumb for being unable to piece them together; the exchange of me, the sick people, and now, the doctor's exhaustion. But I just couldn't. No matter how hard I tried.

The doctor's face morphed into shock as the syringe on his right hand shook and fell to the floor. Then, I watched in awe as his face split into a gleaming smile. But that was before I saw hate flash in his eyes.

Alpha Ryven didn't catch it as he was busy looking at the pale man lying in the examination bed. The man mumbled something incoherently. I couldn't hear him. Probably because of my limited hearing ability but the doctor stiffened.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, Alpha Ryven and…" he paused, looking my way. I furrowed my brows from confusion until it clicked. He didn't know my name and wanted to acknowledge me.

"Sophia," I said, my voice coming out in a breathy whisper.

"Yes, Sophia. What brings you here sir?" He turned to Alpha Ryven who hadn't looked at him since the time he strolled into the room.

Alpha Ryven's words came out strong. "Look at her, she's injured. Give her something to ease the pain. And get him out of here." He pointed to the pale man sitting on the bed.

The man's eyes were unfocused and hazy. I felt pity rise to the bottom of my heart, shaking it until I could no longer keep myself propped up.

The doctor was quick to catch me and led me to a chair at the side of the room. I ran a hand through my tangled mess of hair. My breaths came out shallow and deep.

The doctor assisted the man. I could not watch. I thought my life was pathetic until I came to the hospital. On the faces of the people, I saw dashed hopes, leaving only hollowness which pulled at my heartstrings.

But what bothered me most was how nonchalant Alpha Ryven seemed in all of it. They were his pack members, people he was supposed to care for. And they looked haggard also.

Especially the man that was being walked out of the room. I knew he may have pups. What would become of them if he died? Not to be pessimistic but I knew the shadow of death was already around him. Waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

I heard humming and looked up to see Alpha Ryven with a syringe in his right hand. He was examining it with a smile on his face. An evil smile. I swallowed again. Maybe this was all a bad dream.

My stomach churned. I hated coming to the hospital. It reminded me of my parent's death. And how I wasn't there when they passed away. I knew I ought to let go during these years but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

What if they had the last words to tell me? Words that would have changed the trajectory of my world.

The door opened and the doctor walked in. My head was in my hands. They begged me to stay in a comfortable position. But I needed the pain to distract me from my memories and thoughts.

"Come over." The doctor said and from my peripherals, I caught Alpha Ryven finally giving the doctor some attention.

I stood up slowly and painfully, walking over to the bed the man had laid earlier. Bile rose in me. I didn't want to stay in the same bed as him. What if whatever was going on in the people was contagious? My life had been everything but pathetic. However, that doesn't mean I wanted death. There was still so much to uncover. Like the reason for my parent's death.

"She had some intense training which led to the body aches. Give her pain relief. She'll be training and working out every day without stopping until…" Alpha Ryven stopped, not wanting to disclose the reason to the doctor.

The doctor didn't press. He was too tired to care about the reason. I sat down on the bed, careful not to let my skin come directly in contact with the bed.

After a little poking here and there by the doctor, he removed his glasses from his face and cleaned his eyes. He turned to Alpha Ryven who had been watching with folded arms across his broad chest.

"She needs some rest. She is weak, without a wolf. Her body wouldn't be able to take it," The doctor said and I internally agreed with him. Someone finally said what had been on my mind. I may have stopped schooling in the middle class, but I was smart.

"That won't work. She needs to train every day," Alpha Ryven countered.

"But that could lead to…"

"Nothing. Do as I say. Get her the medication. I don't pay you to tell me what to do," Alpha Ryven hissed in anger and I gulped.

The doctor had a point. But Alpha Ryven was so hell-bent on making me wolf out.

I could tell the doctor had more things to say with the way his eyes glinted. Also, his mouth opened and closed before swallowing.

"Alright, Alpha," he bared his neck and moved over to the shelves that were just by the side of the bed. Rummaging, he brought out a dark bottle containing a liquid. And at that moment, a nurse walked in, carrying a tray.

They had a silent doctor-to-nurse conversation. She bowed her head in greeting to Alpha Ryven which was received by a nod of his head.

She went ahead and took the bottle from the doctor, pouring it into a small bowl, containing another yellowish liquid.

"Drink this," she handed me the bowl. I was reminded of what Alpha Ryven told me before we walked into the room. Bitter liquid. Steeling my nerves, I drank it in one gulp.

The liquid was bitter, unlike anything I had ever tasted. I gagged while the nurse rubbed a comforting hand on my back.

I smiled at her when my fit was over. And she smiled back at me with warm eyes and pity. She must have heard the stories.

The doctor and Alpha Ryven exchanged words and I was grateful for not being able to hear them. What the doctor almost said made me curious. If I train too much, what will happen? Before I could ask the nurse, she was out of the room like a blur.

Their talk was over and they walked over to where I sat. The drug was making me feel quite like myself once more.

Looking up, I met Alpha Ryven's gaze on me. He signaled me with his eyes and I stood up from the bed, following him out.

While we were out, I looked at my feet. Seeing the faces of the people once more, was not something I could handle. I asked myself multiple times what was happening in the pack. There were too many sad things around.

We got back to Alpha Ryven's room and I was surprised that we were back in it. The last time I checked, I had a room in the pack house. And all of a sudden, I was staying over at Alpha Ryven's. Or that was what it looked like to me.

"Stay here." Alpha Ryven said when his ass touched the bed. Then, his eyes glazed over and he grunted, his eyes coming back to normal.

"Your clothes will be here anytime soon. Have a bath and we will get going in about an hour," he said and stood up, walking over to the mirror.

Checking his reflection, my brows drew together at his words. There was never any agreement between us on going anywhere. What was I to him? If I was simply his puppet, he should have made it clear from the beginning.

I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room watching him apply something to his already smooth face. My heart danced with anger and trepidation at what I was about to do.