Grace's POV
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My fingers gently combed through Zayden's hair as I stared at him. The doctor had assured me that he was heavily medicated, so he shouldn't be in pain, but I was still waiting for him to wake up. I was thankful to Alpha Craig for increasing the protection on our borders for the safety of the pack and its members.
'Please wake up," I whispered for what seemed like the millionth time in the last three weeks.
I heard the soft knock at the door, and Allison's head appeared before I nodded for her to enter.
'You need to take a rest, Grace." She said the moment she saw me sitting beside Zayden.
'Don't worry about me. I am good."
'No, you are not!"
I sighed and looked anywhere but her. 'You can't blame me for that, Ally. I don't like sleeping these days. Even the medicines for flu and fever are not helping."
It's been approximately eighteen days since I fell sick, and trust me, something was definitely wrong with me.
‘I feel like something is happening to me.'