.7.
I watch, floating above myself as I lay sedated on the operating table. My tiny baby lay forgotten and struggling for life on a table pushed off to the side of the room, the White Coats not sparing him so much as a glance as they work to save their precious, deteriorating Alpha Specimen.
I could hear the wet gurgling of his breath as he fought for life.
Watching as the people in the room ignore his desperate plight I feel fury start to build in my chest. The room starts to shake, a loud rumbling sound echoing around the white walls.
I hover closer, parallel to my unconcious body. My skin is ashen, a thin sheen of sweat covering it, the trauma on my young body too much. I was dying.
A monitor shreaks as my heart rate flatlines.
I'm enraged.
"Wake up." I snarl at myself. "He needs you. Get up."
The white Coats rush to bare my chest, getting the defibrillators charged up.
"You need to move. Now."
They press the charge into my chest, my body jolting violently.
"He's dying. Wake up."
Nothing.
The rumbling noise gets louder, the shaking in the room becoming stronger and stronger.
My baby lets out a short cry as the White Coats move to shock my heart back to life.
"Wake up !"
~oOo~
My eyes snap open to see a male face frowning down at me.
The man looks scared. And furious.
He lets out a huge breath when he sees my eyes open and runs a trembling hand through his short black hair. "You stopped breathing." He rumbles. Our eyes lock and his gaze softens.
I let out a shuddering gasp, reaching my hand up and running the tips of my fingers over the strong planes of his face. He grasps my hand pressing his face into my palm. Those familiar eyes not leaving mine.
I know you.
Our moment is interrupted when a group of people swarm around us, causing the man to growl warningly. Sam pushes the man out of the way, breaking or contact. His body starts to shake as Jacob and Jared force him from the room, eyes not looking away from mine until he's gone.
I slowly sit up, wincing as my stomach cramps painfully. Emily prostest trying to push me back me down but I push her away, struggling to my feet. A sharp sting in my arm draws my attention to an IV line that's attached to my arm. I rip it out and move to get out of the house.
"Moth, you need to rest. You shouldn't aggravate your injuries!" Ignoring her I rush out of the house, into the night air. The others following close behind. My stomach heaves as I get out onto the grass but I manage to stumble a few feet away from the house before I fall to my knees and throw up.
The venom burns my throat as I purge it from my body, the grass dying under the toxicity of it. Gentle hands pull my long hair away from my face, while another person rubs my back soothingly.
"You didn't have to be sick out here." Emily says placing her hand against my cooling skin. My body stabilising now that the venom had left my body.
"Venom is hell on furniture." I mutter, heaving again, only bile coming up from my empty stomach.
I stand once I stop puking, already feeling much better, aside from my injuries which throb with a dull ache, but they're easily ignored. I've felt worse.
"Where's Caspar?" I ask turning towards the others.
"He's asleep in the guest room. Why don't we go back inside, it's cold out here." Emily replies, eyes worriedly flicking over my injuries.
I nod and follow the others back into the house, Sam and the guys watching me closely. We all sit at the dining room table, Emily places a glass of water in front of me, smiling as I thank her.
"You need to be careful. Sue fixed you up, she's been coming round after her shifts to check up on you and replace the fluids on your IV. Your shoulder and leg are gonna take a little while to heal, you've got a few bruises and cuts as well, they'll be gone by next week, then there's the um... bites. They shouldn't take too long to heal."
"How long have I been out ?" I ask, ignoring everyone's pointed look at the mention of the bites. I take a sip of water and nearly choke when Seth answers, "Three days."
"What!?"
"Yeah you were pretty out of it, you looked like you were having some seriously vivid dreams. You kept mumbling things. Saying something about a Beta and Caspar." He says.
I shudder thinking of the memories I had seen in my fever induced sleep. Seth watches me, eyes willing me to tell him what I'd seen but I just look away, not ready to talk about my life before. So I change the subject.
"Who was that guy from before? The guy that was there when I woke up."
"The guy who went out with Jacob and Jared?" Dragged out more like, but I nod anyway. "Oh that's Paul. He's a real hot head." I feel the others watching me as Seth talks about Paul. "He sat with you most of the time you were sleeping while we were out - Er.. checking some things out." Embry nudges Seth giving him a sharp look.
"I've seen him before... in my dreams." I wince as soon as the words leave my mouth, realising how corny I sound.
The click of the door closing makes us all look over to see an amused Jared and Jacob and a smirking Paul, looking very pleased with himself standing just inside the doorway. My cheeks burn in embarrassment as the others smother their laughs in their hands.
The chipped chair topples backwards as I stand suddenly, everyone watching me with grins on their faces. My cheeks feel like they heat up even more, if that was even possible, and I turn stiffly towards a widely smiling Emily.
"I'm going to go to bed, I'm pretty tired." My words are tight as I feel my spine straighten under all the knowing looks.
"You've been sleeping for three days." Seth says disbelievingly, the others smother their laughs again.
"Do you mind if I use your bathroom to wash up, I woke up pretty sweaty." Paul seems to rumble in satisfaction, I shoot a glare in his direction and he flashes a grin back at me.
Emily, thankfully, takes pity on me. "Of course, it's just down the hall, first door on th left. The guest bedroom is a couple of doors down on the right. Feel free to use whatever you need, there's some spare clothes in the closet opposite the bathroom, the boys are always ruining theirs so I've been collecting spares.
I thank her and say a quick goodnight to the other before making my way towards the door leading to the hall.
"Moth." Paul calls out, the deep tone of his voice sending tingles down my spine. I look back at him questioningly. He watches me for a moment, gaze intense, before a large, smug grin spreads across his face "Sweet dreams."
The others laugh as I practically run out of the room, Paul watching my exiting form until I'm completely out of sight.
Finding the bathroom I quickly wash of my sweat in the shower and brush my teeth, then throw on a pair of loose joggers and a large t-shirt that falls off one of my shoulders. With deft fingers I plait my damp hair, tying it off with a hairband that I found sitting next to the taps on the sink. Leaving the bathroom I make my way down to the spare bedroom.
Quietly walking into the cosy space, I hear the soft breathing of my sleeping toddler. I softly tiptoe up to the bed and slip under the blankets, being careful not to wake him as I curl around his back. He automatically rolls so he's facing me, snuggling close and releasing a deep sigh. I wrap my arms around him, relaxing now he's close to me.
He's safe. We got him away from there.
I fall asleep with my baby in my arms, safe from the past.
