trying and exposure

Somehow I managed to finish all the tasks, and I crawled to my room.

Musa was shut down due to the silver and I felt bad for her.

I couldn't give her the walk I promised. It was past midnight. I walked to the bathroom and took a hot bath... I was crying so much off course... but I knew I couldn't bath tomorrow and I felt bad from all the dried blood on my skin... After some minutes of hell I was done.

I went fast to the fridge and took an ice pack and tied it on my pounding shoulder which I'm almost sure is broken.

I took the first aid kit and started working on my wounds. I cleaned them well despite the screams and sobs I couldn't suppress, and as I finished and looked at all the plasters and bandages, I was proud.

Although my whole body was covered in many colours, I wasn't broken inside and I was proud of myself for that. So I went to bed. I couldn't lay down or sleep but I was in bed just like everyone.

I smiled to myself as some tears escaped my eyes. I also once had a mother... and she pampered me so much. She loved me and treated me like a princess. I was as happy as a dream can be. But that was 1960 years ago... it's as good as a dream. And a lovely one at that.

Sometime through the night I heard the door opening signalling that mother and Flora were back. I ignored them pretending to be asleep and I could tell they were drunk.

***

The moon and stars were fading and it was 4am. I decided to get started on today's chores. I went to the kitchen, made soup for their hangover and put it in the hot storage chamber, I made breakfast, then I went back upstairs.

After doing the laundry, I dry-cleaned myself and put on some covering clothes. The bandages were bulging out through my tracksuits but it was nothing one could suspect... I guess.

By 1 o'clock, I was outside the hell called home. My shoulder was kind of bent and I was struggling to keep it straight.

I'll have to call dad and ask him for some money seeing that I can't do anything to make my own money... my time is very calculated and one wrong move would cost me my consciousness. I couldn't risk being unconscious everyday.

But I have to go to the hospital and that means I need money. So I'll look for a telephone booth somewhere.

I was not on my bike today and I was walking quite slowly... this meant 'No movement today' as much as that could be... I didn't eat since yesterday morning and I feel quite hungry now. I wish to go and buy something like a doughnut or something, but that would mean crossing the road and bumping into a million people. No thanks.

So I continued walking trying my best to hide the limp, till I was at the school gate. Before I entered I saw the royal cars queue about to arrive and I stopped immediately.

I bowed waiting for the cars to get in, but they stopped. I didn't look up as it's none of business. Anyway it didn't take long before I felt a hand pulling me, causing me to let out an ear-scratching scream.

I screamed loud. I knew it was him because of the honey smell and his touch. But he fucking ripped some of my wounds apart!!! He probably dislocated my shoulder by how rough he pulled me. And who wouldn't scream their lives out? I may be immortal but I'm not goddamn numb!!!

I wish I could scream that in his face instead of just crying pathetically here. But I can't move... my tracksuits were now covered in blood and I was seeing spots. I don't know how I didn't black out yet but damn I was close. I could see Xander waving his hand in my face, but I was too weak to continue seeing. So the best way was not seeing. The blurry sounds soon disappeared and I couldn't feel anything.

Not feeling is the best feeling. In case you didn't know.

Xander's POV

Goddammit...

***

The stupid doctors locked the damn door... and I'm not going to cause a chaos... for Skylar, so I was standing just outside the door to the emergency room where my deadly injured mate was laying.

If they make a mistake and slightly part this door, I'm in before they know it.

Taking a million years with Sky inside that goddamn room is really not giving me some good tolerance bearing promise... almost losing it.

Just when I was about to vanish and appear inside, the probably about-to-die doctor, opened the silver excuse for a door.

I pushed him away and stormed past him to the crazy sight in front of me. She's a damn wolf so she should have healed by now... what did they do to her?

I thought about it a million times when the doctor returned the first results. Deep cuts, re-opened wounds and welts, fresh bruises, internal swellings, a dislocated shoulder which I happened to make worse, bruised ribs and a very depressed girl in the mask of a shy and quiet, busy girl.

I still have a lot to learn about my mate.

I feel guilty. I was mad at her for leaving me on short notice... on no notice yesterday, then I ended up pulling her too hardly. I admit it was too harsh for even a healthy person... so I destroyed everything... I would never know what she was hiding under those tracksuits.

And I feel terrible. I feel like dying.

She's probably under pain medication but I'm not. So I'm not close to fine. Like millions of swords and knifes and spokes were being shoved in and through me. Like continous sticks are landing everywhere on my skin... on open wounds.

If I felt like this one more time, I'd kill anyone around me without a second thought. So I hope they have never touched her like this.

I looked at her helplessly as I slowly dropped to the chair beside her... she looks so broken... how could I never see this? The first time I felt helpless... the first time I almost let a tear drop for someone... Skylar... why is she doing this to me? What is she doing to me?...

She was under breathing machines and she wasn't moving... did I cause this much damage? Oh gawd... I just thought I was pulling a simple shoulder but I caused her this much pain?

I kissed the back of her hand... she will most probably not want to be near me when she wakes up... I'll understand but only if she explains everything to me.

I sat there for God knows how long and she still wasn't moving. I even forgot why I was going to school in the first place.

The Palace cars already returned home but mom insisted I should remain with Damon, so he's somewhere out there.

Somehow it was getting dark. I tried to use all the powers I had but they were restricted by my wolf because she was harmed by silver... if she was breathing a little bit then my power would be of some use on her.

But she's not breathing on her own right now... so I'll have to wait.