Once back at the house, Aline took the bags into the kitchen while Blodwen went into the infirmary. Abraham had been right. Cian was in and out of consciousness. He was currently awake. Abraham stood up when the alpha walked in. "He's lucid, but a bit groggy still."
Blodwen nodded at his words. That was to be expected. "Could you have Aline heat up some broth? No telling how long it's been since he's had something on his stomach." She murmured lowly.
He nodded. "Sure thing."
Blodwen approached the bed and sat in the chair. "Hey." She said softly. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired." He grogged.
She nodded. "Are you sore anywhere?" She asked. "Internally I mean."
He shook his head. "No, not really."
She was a bit relieved by that. It meant that he had no internal injuries. That and the fact that he was healing nicely helped. Aline soon brought in the broth and handed it to Blodwen before stepping back.
"I want to see if you can keep some broth down. Do you think you could?" She asked her husband gently. He nodded. She helped him and he was able to get about half of it down, before he couldn't take any more of it. She knew that it would be a process, but she was pretty happy with the progress so far. She let him go back to sleep and walked back to the kitchen followed by Aline.
"So, how are you holding up?" She asked her best friend. Aline could see right through Blodwen's exterior, she was one of two people that could, Cian being the other one. She may have been able to keep up a strong exterior and her brother's and the others couldn't see any different, but for Aline and Cian,they were the only two closest people to her that could see right through her facade.
Blodwen sighed, setting the bowl in the sink. "I don't know." She said. "I mean, I'm happy that he's alive and that I have him back, but I can't help but wonder how this has all affected him and I can't help but wonder if these people are still after him." She shook her head. "I can't loose him again."
Aline nodded. "You know the pack won't let anything happen." She said. "And you've already done what you could with what you know, increasing patrols and ordering no one to go out alone is the best thing that you could do with what you have." She said. "My tip to you is to talk to him when he gets a little bit better about what he knows."
Blodwen didn't have time to say or do anything at her friends words, as she heard something from the infirmary. Aline heard it too. "Wait a minute, that's Cian." She commented, but Blodwen was already running down the hall to find out what was wrong. Abraham and Noel had also heard it, as they had caught up with her. They reached the infirmary to find the werewolf on the bed thrashing around, no doubt from night terrors.
"Hold him down! Keep him still!" Blodwen told the boys. If they didn't do that, it risked the chance of Cian hurting himself. Abraham and Noel, listening to her, went over, one on either end, Abraham hold his legs and Noel his right side. Blodwen went to his left side and placed a hand on each shoulder gently. "Cian!" She said to him.
"Cian, wake up!. You're okay. Nothing is hurting you." Blodwen told him this a few times before he finally woke in a panic before taking a breath and fell back down on the pillow, giving a light pant. "You're fine." Blodwen murmured to him, running a hand lightly through his hair to calm him.
Noel let go of his brother, and he, Abraham and Aline left the infirmary. Cian looked into his wife's eyes and nodded, before slowly relaxing, trusting her. He nodded again as his breathing steadied.
"Okay?" Blodwen nodded. "Are you okay?"
Cian nodded. "Yeah." He said, "I am now." He still looked tired, and it wasn't too much longer before he fell back asleep, but this time, Blodwen stayed at his bedside in case it happened again.
Blodwen was having a hard time trying to figure out all the thoughts running through her head. There were times when she would like to forget all of her responsibilities and just break down, like how she wanted to after the massacre, but she couldn't, she had to be strong for her pack and to lead and guide them. And that stuck with her today. She couldn't have a breakdown, she wouldn't allow herself to, no matter how much she wanted to.
She must've been lost in her thoughts longer than she had thought, because she heard a voice and snapped out of it.
"Blodwen." It was Cian's voice.
"Hm?" She looked over at her husband.
"What's wrong?"
"What? Nothing." She said, but then he gave her a look. She knew that look. He could see right through that facade of hers, he always could, and sometimes she didn't like it. She sighed. "I don't know. Everything I guess." She mumbled, knowing he could still hear her. "For the last thousand years, I thought you were dead. And now that you're back... I just don't want to lose you again." She had to refrain from unleashing any waterworks, though she did wipe her eyes.
"Oh Blodwen." He murmured. "C'mere." He requested, moving over the bed a little and sitting up.
Blodwen nodded and did as told, getting up from the chair and going over to him and sat next to him. He wrapped his arms around her. "You won't." He told her as she leaned into him. "Not this time."