Chapter 5: The Waking-up Process
(Damien's POV)
I watched as she fell, her head jerked as it hit the table. I saw that they had successfully knocked her out cold. I couldn't see anything past the tears collecting in my eyes. Repeatingly blinking them back and swallowing my pride that my body wanted to give to her, they slowly let me see again. My dad and the dude were standing over her, stupidly asking each other what they should do. Obviously they couldn't see me so I took a step forward. I kept doing just that, taking multiple steps until I finally reached them. Quickly without rethinking, I pushed the drunken idiots aside and swooped Kat up in my arms. I ran out the door, swiftly dodging the streetlights threatening to hit me.
Sometimes it's great having unnatural speed or hearing because you can always turn out to be the good guy, no matter if you turn into a giant wolf or not.
Our family is a part of the Makah tribe. Of course, it's natural for the Quileute and Makah tribes to have a meeting every once in a while but lately the Quileute wolfs haven't been showing up. My family was chosen to move here and spy on them to see why they haven't been showing their faces to the meeting, and since my dad used to be alpha, I took over. I obligated myself and my family to go because there have been recent vampires in our territory and I can't allow Kat near that. I have to protect her no matter what.
I finally reached the hospital and it didn't look like they were busy so I walked in. Inside, there were nurses in the middle of the room, typing on their computers behind a desk. On the sides of the hospital were rooms for the sick and injured patients. In the corners were some doctor offices. By the nurse's desk, there was a small circle of chairs, most likely used for friends and family of the patients. There was a door behind the nurse's desk that said 'surgery and pregnancy side of hospital'. I laughed, thinking why would they put a surgery and a pregnancy in the same room?
One of the nurses must have heard me because they looked up and gasped. "Here, I'll take her and Nancy, do you mind getting Doctor Michael?"
"Sure, no problem..." Nancy, I'm guessing, looked up and slightly gasped but she wasn't looking at the nurse that was taking Kat into a room. I looked down, following her gaze, and I remembered I wasn't wearing a shirt. Don't concentrate on her. Your sister needs your help remember? A voice in the back of my head said rather loudly and I chuckled. I looked back smiling. When I caught her staring, she stalked off, trying to find the doc. I looked around trying to find the nurse who still had Kat. She was waiting for me by one of the rooms at the left side of the hospital. I walked quickly into the room, sitting at the nearest chair I could find to the bed.
"Okay, so what's yours and her name and what happened?" The nurse asked me.
"Her name is Katrina or Kat and what happened is kind of a long story..." I drew out the words at the end of the sentence.
"It's okay. I have a while to listen." She motioned to the abandoned hospital.
The nurse wrote down the information on her clipboard while I told her what happened. Occasionally, she would grimace or gasp at the story, furiously writing it down, as I told her everything. When I was done, she glanced over the clipboard to make sure that she got it all down.
"Okay. What's your name again and your relation to the patient?" She asked in a business-like tone, hiding her emotions from the story. Either she was sad or furious at my dad, I couldn't tell. She hid her face too well.
"My name is Damien and she's my sister... Is she okay?" I asked worriedly. I hope she wasn't in a coma or worse; brain dead. If she was brain dead, I wouldn't know what to do. I would probably hurt my dad and banish him from our tribe, considering what he has done already. He should be punished, whether she is damaged in the long run or not, for hurting our lone wolf. "Well, I don't know... I'll go see what's taking the doctor so long." With that, she walked off, swinging her hips, obviously trying to get my attention. They will never learn will they? I'm just not interested in having a relationship right now when I know that my little sister is getting hurt. The doctor walked in and smiled.
"My first patient in a few hours. How are her vitals?" The doc looked at the nurse.
"She's stable but she has a huge cut on her head from the incident." Oh, she tells him the information but not me? That is still not going to win me over...
"The incident?" He looked at her, doubting what she has told him.
The nurse just handed him the clipboard, not saying anything in the process. He skimmed over it, having a straight face the entire time. Once he was done, he mumbled something that even I couldn't catch and went straight to work. He walked out of the room, saying that he's going to drop the story off at his office and will be right back. I sat there, taking the quiet time to think about what has happened over the couple of years. After reviewing the first year or so, the doctor came in, flanked by two different nurses.
"Damien, we need you to step back so that we can tend to her cuts and bruises. We will also do some x-rays but you'll have to step out of the room for that and we won't do that now so you can feel safer about her wounds. We wouldn't want to risk hurting her during x-rays" he added, mainly speaking to himself.
As they worked on her, lifting her up and bending her limbs every once in a while, I couldn't help but wince sometimes. She was getting pricked with needles and wrapped-everywhere it seems- with gauze and bandages.
"Can she feel any of this?" I pointed to the needles.
"No. Since she is not conscious, it feels like she is dreaming and they are mere pinches because of the morphine." The doctor, half aware of what he said, too focused on his work.
Unfortunately, they told me that I had to go into the waiting room until one of the nurses called me back in. I blatantly looked out the doors of the hospital, watching people walk by, so late at night. It's Friday and around 8 o'clock so I understand. Everyone's out with wives or girlfriends and vice versa, watching movies or eating dinner. I scowled as I picked a face out of the crowd I didn't want to see: Jacob Black. He's one of the Quileute wolves that is second in command of the pack but he should know better than to STARE at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, not really knowing if he was looking at me, when he started coming towards the hospital. I sat, waiting for him to come stand in front of me and ask why I'm here.
"Why the hell are you here?" He sneered.
"I'm here because my sister got hurt. Why can't a guy be in a hospital without some loser coming in and telling him where he can and can't go?" Apparently I'm the only calm, sane person here because he started shaking like he was going to kill me. Right here. In the hospital with people staring. I breathed deeply, trying to keep my cool while he continued.
"You really don't want to start with names." He stepped closer, his eyes slits as he tried to make himself taller than he really was. I was about five inches taller than him.
"Really? So, what happens when I say something else?" I smirked. Two can play the bad guy card. A few nurse and staff stared but they didn't want to walk into the middle of two very strong werewolf men or else it might be their lives taken instead of one of our own.
"Let's just say it will be you in the hospital bed instead of your sister." He whispered, stepping back and walking towards the hospital doors. Jacob stopped a second before saying, "Don't think Sam isn't going to here that you're back in town." And with that, he walked out the sliding doors of the hospital.
(Kat's POV)
God! Why can't I move? Were they pinning me down or did they tie me to something? I heard voices in the background, like music playing when you're studying for a test. I tried to concentrate on the voices but a feeling of pain wasn't letting me have my way. The pain was in my head and had spread to certain place of my arms like the inside of my elbow. I heard a voice that stood out from the rest.
"When will she wake up?"
It was a husky voice and he sounded genuinely worried. Oh Damien! I wanted to scream out that I'm okay, but I couldn't find my voice or my mouth. I wanted to reach out and touch his arm, but the pain was too much and I couldn't see where he was at. So, I stood-or laid- there, helpless, trying to find a way to tell my brother that I was awake.
Or was I dreaming? Maybe this was a dream. A dream that I would like to be real. A dream that I'm somewhere safe, away from my dad, where Damien has already called the police before he brought me here. A dream. A very nice dream.
Someone touched my neck.
"Her pulse is raising so she should be waking up soon." Who was this man? I have never heard his voice before and if I had, I couldn't put a face to the voice.
Again. I wanted to scream out. Who was this man Damien? Why was he touching my neck? Is he helping us?
While I was in my trance, I felt my hand move. Yes! I reached my goal! I moved it...
"Oh! Did you see that? Kat can you hear me?" Damien touched my hand. Another movement caused him to sigh in relief. "So you are okay... I thought you were dead. I really did." A silent pause had me worried for a couple of minutes. "Can you speak or open your eyes? Anything else you can move?"
"Yes. I'm wondering the same thing." That man spoke again.
I truthfully didn't know if I was able to move anything else or speak. I honestly was scared to speak up. If I did, I'm afraid I might lose it again or fall back into this-whatever this is- again.
Slowly, I tested my limits to moving my toes, feet, bending my elbows, and finally, my eyelids. They each were successful in moving and suddenly I felt silly. What if they were mentally laughing at me?
"She's testing her boundaries as to moving her limbs." The mysterious man spoke again.
I fluttered each eyelid before slowly opening them, only to be shut again by a blinding light in front of me.
A/N: Okay so what do you guys think about Jacob's appearance? I tried to make it long this time but I don't know how it came out... Plz tell people about it if you do like the story! Also, comment! Peace!