She's Back

"Put him on the stretcher...."

"Get the surgical equipment ready..."

"Get the crash cart!"

*BEEP...BEEP...BEEP*

"We did all we could..."

Three days.....it has been three days. I have not seen pack members in three days. I have not checked in with the company in three days. I have not left this spot in three days. Drake has been in a coma for three days.

I don't know how he is still hanging on. No one understands how he is alive. He should be gone. He died under the knife a few times, but they brought him back each time. Drake is still here; he is still holding on. Drake is still with me, but I don't know for how long. I can't eat, I can't sleep, hell, I'm barely breathing. Every breath hurts my chest and my heart. I wish I could take all of his pain away. I wish I could take his place on that bed. A small part of me wishes the darkness would take over and take me away from this world. Life can't be worth living if he isn't going to live it with me.

I hear the hospital door open, but I refuse to see who it is. I haven't spoken to anyone since I have been here. I simply nod or shake my head if I need to, otherwise, I don't respond. I can't find my voice and I don't care to try. I can smell the stench before I can see the person it belongs to. That damn Crystal Lake stench is enough to make me want to vomit every time I smell it. The stench wafts into the room multiple times a day. Someone is sent in to check on Drake's progress and report back. I get messages that ignore and questions posed to me go unanswered. I hate that stench. I hate Crystal Lake. "He is still holding on?" I say nothing. I refuse to speak to him. "The Alpha will not wait for you forever." I wish he would leave. I wish he would leave or he would die. "You should just come with me now. Don't make him have to come and get you." Die, Die, DIE!!! My breathing is deepening as the anger is spreading through my body. My fists are clenching in my lap. I can feel my claws grow and they are cutting into my hand.

"You need to leave...NOW!" Daddy! My dad has been coming to save me every day I have been here with Drake. He has been my rock and without him, I may have succumbed to the pain days ago. There was no response, just the sound of the door slamming and that stench slowly getting weaker. I feel a hand on my shoulder and a kiss on my temple. There is a chair behind me and I can hear it creak. I know my dad has taken a seat, like he does every day, to hold vigil. He says nothing, but sits with me and the only sound in the room is the beeping that lets us know that Drake is still here.

~Jasper~

I have been sending people to the Dark Moon hospital for three days and each day I'm told that pathetic human is still alive. I am an Alpha and I can overpower many people, including other Alphas. Here comes this human that just will not die and it is pissing me off. I told Janessa that I would let her be with him until he passed, but three fucking days?! I'm about to lose my shit! I sent another warrior today and should be getting an update soon. If that piece of shit is still alive, I will need to figure out how to end him now. I refuse to wait any longer.

My phone chirps and I read the text. I can feel the anger spread across my chest. I feel like fire is burning inside of me, looking for a way out. I slam my fist on my desk and it splits down the middle. I hear my office door open while I'm punching holes in the wall. "What's the issue now? Where is my daughter?"

"GET. OUT." I don't want to deal with her today. I don't want to deal with anyone. I just want Janessa here and that bastard dead.

"You never should have let her stay there even if he wasn't dead yet," Tasha sighs. "I can help you get what you want." I stalk over to Tasha, leaning against the wall by the door. She has a bored look on her face. I grab her by the throat and lift her up. Tasha is clawing at my hands for me to release her. I slowly start to squeeze tighter and tighter and watch her squirm. Tasha is starting to change color and I contemplate ending her life right now. I release my grip and Tasha falls on the floor. I bend down a bit so Tasha can hear me.

"I said get out." Tasha scrambles off of the floor and runs out of the door. My phone rings and I briefly consider ignoring the call. I remember that it may be the hospital telling me that he is gone. I rush to pick my phone up, but I don't recognize the number. I answer the call, but say nothing.

"Hello?" I remain silent. "I'm calling for Jasper Kent."

"What do you want with him?"

"I want to offer him my services."

"Who the hell are you and what services could you possibly offer him?" The line is silent for a bit and I'm close to ending the call.

"I'm Samantha and I can help you get what you want?" Who the hell is Samantha?

"I'm growing impatient."

"I want Drake. I hear you need him gone so you can have the girl. I don't give a damn what you do with her, just give me Drake and you will never have to deal with him again." Interesting. I can get rid of the human without lifting a finger.

"What do you want with Drake?" She scoffs and takes a breath.

"Does it matter? Just know that I can eliminate him for you." I say nothing, but seriously ponder her offer. "Well? I don't have all day." Hmm…..feisty.

"I have a place I can leave him for you. I will give you the information once I drop him off." I hang up the phone and take a seat on the couch. I have a way to get rid of the human and get Janessa at the same time. I just need to figure out how I will get him out of the hospital. Janessa hasn't left him since he has been checked in. I just need a plan.

~Janessa~

The days seem to crawl while I'm sitting in this room. Drake hasn't changed, he hasn't moved. Lana came in here for a bit as well as Gemma. They try to get me to come out of the room, but I refuse. I won't leave until he leaves; walks out or dies. I need to be with him so he knows that he is not alone. My dad usually stays with me until after dinner, not that I eat anything. He reads, plays on his phone, or sleeps. I would have never expected my dad to be so supportive of me, but I'm grateful for it.

The nurse brings dinner into the room, but I won't eat it. She brings enough for dad. He tries to get me to eat, but he already knows I won't give in. He hands me one of the bottles of water that she brought in and I take that. There was one for each of us. I sip the water and it is cold and refreshing. I may not have an appetite, but I have been thirsty more often than not. I'm sure the nights of crying are helping me dehydrate a lot quicker. I continue to sip on the water while I watch Drake. I watch his chest move up and down. I watch his heart on the machine and see that it is moving steadily. I start to feel a bit dizzy, but since I don't eat, I guess it's to be expected. I close my eyes to try to calm my head, but I struggle to open them again. I finally get my eyes open and my head is feeling fuzzy. I try to focus on the machine in the room and the numbers are not as clear as they were a few minutes ago. My mind is not as clear as it was. I drink more water and my arm feels heavy. I try to shift in my seat but my body feels like lead. I'm feeling even more dizzy than I was a few minutes ago. This is weird and I don't know what's happening. I try to turn to my dad to get help, but the darkness takes me first.