2 Healer's collapse

I kept my eyes looking up at Winston.

Strangely, the room became darker in my eyes.

I have night vision, but why can't I see him clearly?

Worried about my eyes suddenly losing their night vision, I can only focus on the sound of his panting.

Maybe repeatedly interrogating me about my clan while violating my body took so much of his energy. He didn’t even get anything out of me besides my virginity.

I patted my belly, as I could still feel his warm fluid coming out of me.

It’s great he gave this to me, but I want to be treated preciously too.

I was speechless. I was too shocked to move because my great fantasy of making love with him had shattered. It also took place inside a filthy, dark prison cell, and we did it while I still looked dirtier than a beggar.

None of this was what I expected. It is nothing close to what I look forward to.

I will give it to him anyway, but not in this kind of situation.

If he can’t love me, at least I want his warmth.

Or at least he should give me a chance to show him how beautiful I am.

Strangely, I feel my body turn cold, along with the growing disappointment inside me.

I returned my gaze to his lips, and he was clearly speaking, but I couldn't hear him.

I tapped my ears to fix my hearing, but I couldn’t still hear any sound.

Don’t tell me the rumor was true.

Did I lose my power?

But I never heard that it was true.

My confidence is also crumbling. 

It would be another problem if I lost my powers now.

Winston doesn’t care about me yet. What if he kills me now?

How can I even make him love me if I am dead?

A surge of mixed emotions clouded my heart and mind. I clasped my chest while my tears flowed down without my permission. I looked up at him to beg him not to kill me. I want to plead that he should have given me a chance to show what kind of great being I am and not be merely mistreated like this.

I want to tell him how disappointed I am, but my vision turned black.

As if my soul left my body, I can’t feel my strength anymore.

I don’t even know what kind of void I was thrown into. I just know my mind is awake, but I was left in darkness without the ability to do anything.

Moments later, it was as if I was pulled back into reality. I came to my senses and opened my eyes. I loudly gasped for air as I roved my eyes around the room. It helped to gain my senses because the room was bright.

It has been more than a month since I last saw the light, so it calms me down a little.

I felt heavy, but my powers slowly regained my strength and eased the nausea I felt.

"I’m glad my powers didn’t disappear." I said it internally, as I couldn’t speak yet. My throat is so dry that it feels as if it has been ages since I last talked.

But why am I lying on a bed?

I even have all sorts of medical equipment connected to my body.

I have a lot around me: an IV stand, EKG lead wires, a bunch of tubes, a noisy monitor screen, and anything else that you can see beside a critical-state patient.

What happened to me, though?

Am I in a critical state before I wake up?

Did my body not heal on its own?

Since I am not sure of my situation yet, I stopped healing my body.

What if trouble comes again if they find out that I can return to my health’s peak?

Seeing a lot of medical equipment injected and connected to me meant they didn’t know about my power or maybe they were also trying to save me.

Whoever you are, I hope you are Winston. I hope my dear Winston has pitied me and will finally treat me well.

Wait? Is my face clean now?

So he finally saw my beauty?

Then maybe I can have a chance to make him fall for me?

"Mama?"

It startled me to hear a child suddenly call me Mama. The child was peering at the gap of the slightly opened door.

I couldn’t properly see him because of all the tubes and wires connected to me, so I just waited for the child to go away. Yet the tiny little intruder tiptoed and crawled up to my bed.

"Mama?" he called me again. I think children like him still call everyone "mama." 

He looked adorable, though. We have the same emerald eyes, but his were more twinkling and round. His nose was so petite it was like a little button; his cheeks had a dash of pink on them like a plum fresh off the tree.

What caught my eyes the most was his hair. It reminded me of Winston’s jet-black hair with a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health. But how did a small child grow such healthy hair?

I slowly raised my skinny hand and touched his hair, but I almost forgot how to breathe because of what I felt after touching him—the child is a Healer!

If this child is a healer, am I not in the Lycan’s place?

Where is Winston?

What happened to him?

Why am I with a healer's child?

Why am I back at my clan’s place?

As I got worried, the same feeling I felt before I blacked out returned.

I clasped my chest as my hearing slowly faded.

Am I going to be dragged into that darkness again? To that voided space? I only stay there for a while, but going there is not a pleasant experience, so I try my best to calm down.

I gasped for air as if I were a fish who accidentally jumped out of the water.

I stretched my arms to ask for help, as my blurry vision could see people rushing towards me.

"H-help!" I yelled, but the strange feeling instantly disappeared after someone held my hand.

I still couldn’t recognize that person, but I calmed down after recognizing the energy coming out of him—he is a Lycan!

Now I am confused again, but not the same confusion I felt that will drag me back to that voided space.

Did my power dissipate whenever I felt a mix of strong negative emotions?

There is no need to jump to conclusions yet, but I feel like this happened to me when I was so frustrated by our mating in the prison cell. My power is still here. I could feel it, but will it disappear whenever I feel these negative emotions or confusions? I feel like not only my powers but also my life are being drained.

So for now, since I am not sure of these strange occurrences, I have to watch my emotions for a while. I don't want to die yet, not until I can finally fulfill my dream of receiving love from Winston.

"My wife, are you finally awake?"

"Wife?"

I repeated the word from the Lycan I was holding. I didn’t realize I was holding him for too long, so I pulled my hand away, but he held my hand again. My vision is slowly recovering, so I couldn’t clearly see the Lycan's face yet.

"I became your wife?" I asked because what he called me creeps me out. Only my Winston can call me wife!

"Yes, thank goodness," he replied.

Wait? His voice sounds familiar. No, it’s not just that it sounds familiar. Don’t tell me this person is Winston?

I felt excited to hear his voice again, but the question that came out of my dry mouth didn’t show any trace of excitement.

I asked, "Why are you speaking so dearly to me?"