DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER HAS CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING, READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED
-Dash-
"Charlie, you need to ensure that all these patients are taken care of." I urged.
"Sure." She answered probably resisting the urge to roll her eyes at me.
"What else are you going to need?" I asked as we walked down the hall.
"More supplies but we'll manage." She assured.
"Good."
"Mate!" Scar howled with happiness.
"Surprised you are still alive." I scoffed, ever since Rosalie left he had gone silent.
"Mate!!" He kept howling. Ignoring him I carried on with what I was doing knowing fully well that she was gone until I heard her.
"Move! Move!" Her voice echoed through the hall.
Turning to the source of the voice, my eyes landed on her, clothes ripped and covered in blood as she carried a pale-looking person in her arms.
"Rosalie!" Charlie beamed running to her.
"You need to save her." She ran into one of the wards and placed the person on a bed.