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PAUL'S POV

I lay in bed, not moving. The pain I felt and the pain Michelle felt hurt like a bitch.

"Paul, get up! It's been two days!" Jared yelled, ripping the useless blankets off me.

I just rolled over and closed my eyes, "Fuck off."

"Come on man, don't be like that," Jared sighed.

I chocked back a sob, not wanting to sound like a fag, "She hates me."

"Naw man, she doesn't hate you. She just said that."

"No she didn't. Imprints don't lie to each other, she wouldn't lie to me," I whispered.

"She wasn't stable at the time, she doesn't even remember saying it. She's in just as much pain as you right now and she doesn't even know why you're hurting. Paul, she really needs you right now. She hasn't gotten out of bed, hasn't eaten -"

"She's not eating?" I yelled, springing out of bed.

"Yeah man, she really needs you. Come on, she's at Sam and Emily's," he said, following my downstairs and to my car.

Even if she hates me, I still care about her more than anything. I need to get her to eat. I drove quickly to Sam and Emily's place, running through every stop sign and traffic light. We pulled up in front of their house and I ran out of the car, not bothering to close the door.

"Where is she?" I yelled.

I was met by Sam and Emily, both looking extremely worried.

"She's in the guest bedroom, asleep," Emily told me carefully.

I pushed past both of them and went into the room. Michelle was asleep under the covers, her face looking agitated. She was in so much pain right now. She lost everything, she couldn't lose her dad, too. I knelt down in front of her.

"Fell asleep about an hour ago, but all she's done is laid in bed," Emily sighed from the doorway, "You know, she put up quite a fight when we took her from the hospital, but when we got here, she just sort of… collapsed. Her father's alive, but he hasn't woken up yet. They think he's going to make it."

I didn't respond and after a while, Emily left. I just stared at Michelle's beautiful face. She can't hate me. Why does she hate me?

"Paul, you're shaking," I heard Sam say.

"I'm under control," I growled.

"Paul, I need to talk to you. Get outside before you break my house… or Michelle," Sam said.

I sighed loudly and stood up, following Sam to the backyard.

"Jared told me what you said… about Michelle hating you," Sam sighed.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Why did he have to remind me?

"Paul, she doesn't hate you," Sam said, "She was having a fit and she said it, but that doesn't mean that she meant it."

"Michelle wouldn't lie to me," I whispered, kneeling on the ground.

"If she hated you, then why was she calling for you in her sleep?"

"Michelle doesn't talk in her sleep," I growled.

"Well she did today," Sam sighed, "She needs you, and whether she knows it or not she loves you."

She loves me? No, she hates me. She said she hates me. From inside, I could hear her just waking up. I pushed past Sam and went inside. She was in the bedroom, looking around confused.

"Paul," she sighed, holding out her arms.

Slowly, I took her in my arms and held her. I didn't know what I should say to her. She hates me, why is she being so nice to me?

"You need to eat," I sighed.

"Kay," she whispered.

I carried her into the kitchen and set her down in a chair. There were dark circles under her eyes and she looked so thin and frail. I couldn't look at her, knowing she hated me. I started shaking and before I knew it, I was out the door and in the forest, shredding my pants as the giant wolf became me.

MICHELLE'S POV

I watched Paul as he ran into the trees. He seemed really upset, but I couldn't figure out why. Sighing in frustration, I turned to my food and began to slowly eat. I couldn't taste anything, I was to sick with worry to enjoy it right now. But I pushed it out of my mind, not wanting to break down in front of everyone, or throw a fit like I did last time.

"What's going on?" I asked to anyone who was in the kitchen with me.

Sam sat down in front of me and leaned close, "Michelle, do you know what happens when an imprintee tells the imprinter that she hates him?"

I shook my head, not understanding where this was going.

"He really believes it. When a wolf imprints, that girl becomes his everything. Every laugh, every smile makes that imprinter happy. We just want her to love us and be happy. When she says she hates us, even if it's not really true, then we hurt. Bad."

"But I never…"

"PUT ME DOWN PAUL! I HATE YOU!"

I gasped, "Oh my god! But I don't hate him! I love him so much, I was just…"

Sam nodded understandingly, "I know, but he doesn't know that. No matter how much we try to convince him, he truly believes that you hate him."

"So what do I do?" I whispered urgently.

"Talk to him. Tell him what you told me and he'll come around," Sam sighed and I nodded.

The phone rang, making me jump. Sam was quick to pick it up and I watched him nervously. It could be the hospital with news about my dad. Is he awake? Can I see him?

"Yes… yes… I understand…" Sam said into the phone.

"What's going on?" I mouthed, but Sam just shook his head. I sighed, frustrated and put my head on the table.

Behind me the door slid open, "Michelle? What's the matter, are you alright? Do you feel sick?"

"I'm okay Paul," I told him and he sighed in relief, "Can we… talk?"

"Sure," Paul said.

I stood up from the chair and grabbed his hand, pulling him outside. We reached the edge of the forest and I turned around.

"Paul, what's going on?" I whispered.

I jumped when he fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around my stomach and pulling me close to him.

"I'm sorry," he chocked.

"What do you mean? Why are you-"

"I'm so so sorry Michelle. I love you so much, just please… please don't hate me," he whispered.

I had never seen Paul this distraught before. I stroked the top of his head.

"Paul, how could you think that?" I asked quietly, "How could you think that I hate you?"

"You said-"

"Forget what I said. I was… scared and confused. I don't remember most of what I said because I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it. Paul, I don't hate you. I love you," I promised.

"Really?" he whispered.

"Mmhmm," I sighed.

"Good, because I love you, too," he laughed, picking me up and spinning me around. I giggled at his sudden change in mood.

"Michelle," Sam yelled from the back door.

Still holding me, Paul ran towards Sam. I felt my stomach drop, knowing this would have something to do with my dad.

"That was the doctor. They got his heart beating regularly again, but he's not awake. You're allowed to visit him now. I can take you if you want," Sam said.

I nodded, "Alright, let's go."

I know this chapter was short, and I'm definitely not happy with it, but at least it's something. Anyways, please review. I need some inspiration or something, my writings getting weaker without your encouragement...