Chapter 32

Dyson opened his eyes, he was surrounded by white, he looked around and into nothingness, he was alone in an empty white room. A hand landed on his hip, soft and warm. He spun around and Kenzi was there, staring up at him with her beautiful blue eyes.

"Kenzi." He said.

"There you are. I was waiting for you." She smiled. His hands went to her face instantly and he pulled her against him.

"Am I dead?" he asked. She laughed, it was a wonderful sound, one that he had memorized, her lips moved into a smile against his chest.

"No, not quite." She pulled back but his hands stayed on her face.

"Listen to me ok? Don't come after me. It's dangerous here. None of you will survive if you come. Please, just stay safe."

"I could never just leave you there and neither could Bo. You know that."

"I know I know, but I'm begging you, just stay away. I'm ok with dying, I swear I am." Dyson's hands moved to her shoulders and he shook her hard, a little harder than he meant to.

"You listen to me. I'm not leaving you, we're not leaving you, so get that out of your thick head. We love you, I love you, and I'm not going to sit here and let you die. Now all you have to do is survive, don't give up, do you understand me?" he squeezed her shoulders for emphasis.

"Dyson." Her eyes were full of tears.

"No Kenzi, no. I won't lose you. And if you think Bo is going to just sit around then you must be on some crazy drugs because she would kill me before she let me stop her." Kenzi laughed and nodded.

"You're going to be fine." He leaned down and kissed her, his hands cupping her face and bringing her as close as possible. They parted for a moment and she looked up at him, her long slim fingers playing with the curls at the back of his neck.

"Ok fine, but if you want to get to me you've got to wake up ok?"

"What?" he asked.

"Wake up Dyson." Kenzi pressed her lips to his one more time and then she was gone along with the white room. Something tugged at his mind, it wasn't the pain, even though that was really bad, it was a feeling. He wasn't quite sure where it was coming from, but it was there, calling him out of his sleep. "Wake up!" he commanded himself, "Get up! Save her! Help her!" he moved, his foot twitching on command. A picture hovered in the back of his mind, it was a house, a big house, with different men, all standing post at certain areas, pictures continued to move through his mind, pictures of the inside of the house, the staircase that led upstairs to the different rooms. He stopped in front of a door and he felt her there, he felt her behind the door.

"Kenzi." He mumbled her name and his eyes fluttered. Pain surged through him and he winced, gritting his teeth against it he moved again, this time his head, trying desperately to wake himself up. He needed to get to her now, he didn't have time to waste. Sound filled his ears and shoved its way into his head. He winced against the light as bright light pushed through his eyelids. People were all around him, he could hear them, people were crying, men and women shouting directions at others.

"Get the patients back into their rooms. All staff that is uninjured please move swiftly, we have several hurt. If you aren't staff and you're alright, please help if you can. Assist the nurses in whatever way you can. Any men that are uninjured please come this way, there are bodies that need to be moved." Someone shouted. Bodies, that meant people were dead, were his friends ok? Was everyone he knew alive? His eyes fluttered again and this time they opened fully. His head was pounding and the smell of blood was almost sickening. He knew he was injured, he just wasn't sure how bad. To his left there was a wall, he could lean against that. Dyson pushed past his pain and moved into a sitting position before he fell back against the wall, breathing hard. He looked around. Bo was unconscious but seemed to be waking up by her small movements. She was hurt as well. Purple bruises were already forming on her head and there was a small trickle of blood running from a cut along her scalp. It appeared as if her head had been bashed into the wall. Trick, Hale, and Tamsin were nowhere in sight.

"Sir, are you alright?" a female nurse kneeled next to him.

"I'm fine." He waved her off, or at least he tried to, but his arm was broken, and damn was it painful to move.

"Can I check your wounds? I know wolves heal quickly, but not if they bleed out before that." She said. Dyson looked to where he had been lying. There was a small pool of blood that was smeared thanks to him moving, but she was right. He noticed that he was feeling a lot weaker than usual, something that could only be caused by blood loss.

"Yeah, fine." He said.

"Ok, come on, let's get you up." She slid her arm around his back and hoisted him up. Normally he would've protested, but he didn't think he could move without her help.

"Someone needs to check her." Dyson said nodding to Bo.

"Mary!" the nurse called. Another nurse came trotting over.

"Get her up. I'm taking him to 23B, they can share the room, it's empty right now." The one holding him said. Mary nodded and quickly retrieved a wheelchair to get Bo off the floor. The nurse walked slowly with Dyson down toward the room and when he spotted the bed, he was extremely thankful.

"Can we make this quick, there's somewhere I need to be." He said.

"Late for a hot date?" the nurse chuckled. She carefully took Dyson's arm in her hands and stared down at it.

"No, those things, the goblins, they've got my…" he paused and let that word hang on his lips.

"Your?" the nurse asked as she gently sat his arm down.

"My girlfriend." He said quickly.

"I'm sorry, I knew they took someone, I just didn't know who." She said softly.

"I have to remove this." She said gesturing to his shirt. He nodded and allowed her to cut away his shirt.

"Shit, how are you even alive?" she asked as she looked at his abdomen. He looked down. The knife tipped boots of the goblins had done a number on his chest and stomach. He had small cuts and some deep lacerations to his ribcage as well as his chest, there was a much deeper wound to his stomach though, done by the knife of a goblin. It was by far the worst one. Not to mention the fact that he had some broken ribs, easy to tell because his left side was an ugly shade of black and purple.

"Let's just say there's an angel that keeps me going." The other nurse wheeled Bo into the room, her eyes were open but she head her head in her hands and she was rubbing her temples. Dyson felt bad for her, she looked like she'd taken a hell of a beating.

"Well that must be one hell of an angel." The nurse smiled and went about patching Dyson up. He frowned and nodded.

"Yeah…she is."