CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Discharged

Anna's POV 

“How did that happen?” Peter asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“We don't know, your Highness.” The guard replied, “We suspect he was either killed during the night or took his own life.” 

My brows knitted together as I listened. Why would an assassin take his own life for his benefactor? That doesn’t make any sense. It’s far more likely he was killed right under the guards’ noses.

Peter’s eyes narrowed as he studied the guard, his jaw tightening with restrained anger. After a moment, he let out a sharp sigh.

“You may leave,” Peter ordered. The guard bowed his head and left the room.

His jaws clenched in disappointment, I’m sure he knew the assassin was sent by either Charlotte or maybe… by his parents. 

But I don't believe his parents could do that against me; they have power over hundreds of forces, so why would they need an assassin? 

My best guess in this case is Charlotte. Since her kingdom is far from here, she doesn't have authority over anyone here, maybe except Peter's parents who probably gave her power over some forces of the kingdom.

While I think Peter already knows that the assassin was sent by either his parents or the bitch, I don't get why he wants the assassin to spit out the name of his benefactor.

What would he do if the assassin claimed it was his parents? Or if it were Charlotte? If he confronted Charlotte, I believe his kingdom would go to war against hers. But what would happen if it turns out to be his parents? I don’t even want to imagine the outcome of that confrontation.

“I need to call the nurses to discharge you right now,” Peter spoke, pressing my hand softly and interrupting my thoughts. 

“We need to leave for my aunt's.” 

My heart began to race as Peter stood up, intending to leave the room for the nurse. 

*Beep Beep*

The rate monitor beeps rapidly as my heart raced and I swallowed hard despite the painful sting I felt in my neck. 

As Peter reached for the doorknob, he stared back at me with his eyes widened in fear as if he thought I had gone into shock or something.

“Anna?” His voice softened.

I struggled to force my breathing to slow, but the thought of him leaving even for a moment made my stomach churn.

“Don’t worry,” he said gently, his lips curling into a small smile meant to reassure me. “I’ll only be gone a minute, okay?” 

I nodded my head slightly, swallowing hard as he left, and then slowly, the rate monitor quitted that annoying beeping sound.

Man, I can't keep depending on Peter to save me, I’m not a baby. I should learn how to toughen myself up around these parts.

But in the meantime, while I'm in this state, I can't do that, I have to heal.

I let out a sigh as thoughts ran through my head, and then I moved my gaze around the room, taking in its simplicity. 

The beige walls and cream ceiling seemed almost too plain, too peaceful for a place where death had crept so close. So close to me.

******

After waiting for quite some time for Peter to return to the room, I grew worried.

He said a minute so why is he taking longer than that?

*Creak*

My heart skipped as the door opened, revealing a young lady dressed in a white coat along with Peter.

Releasing a sigh as I saw him, I took notice of the expression on his face, his brows furrowed down in anger, and his palms were still clenched in fists. 

My brows furrowed down and I bit my bottom lip, worried about what had happened outside the room.

I locked my gaze on Peter as he walked to my side and sat on his chair then he glanced at my face, taking in my worried look.

As we stared at each other for some seconds, he curled his lips into a smile, assuring me everything was fine.

But, even with his nice smile, I was still worried about what had happened.

“Hello, Anna.” The lady in coats spoke, standing in front of my bed and taking my gaze off Peter.

Her face looked quite familiar to me and I tried recalling it from where I saw it.

Oh yeah, I remember now, she was the doctor treating the bitch back at the mansion.

“How are you feeling?” She asked me, “Do you still feel pain in your neck?” 

I nodded my head slightly, she noticed, taking it for a yes.

“So sorry about that.” She consoled me, “Can you speak well?” 

“No.” I mouthed.

I stared at Peter who had a concerned look on his face as the doctor kept asking me medical questions.

“Michelle.” He called her, “Can you speed things up?” 

“Yes, your Highness.” She replied.

“Alright, Anna, you’ll be taking these pills every night.” Michelle brought out a pill case from her pocket and brought it over to me.

“Your healing should be swift in let's say… four weeks?” She told me.

I widened my eyes in shock as she calculated the duration of my healing.

Four weeks? A whole month of this pain? No way. I can’t. Fuck no. 

“But it can be quicker than that, right?” Peter asked, looking at Michelle.

“Ye…a, it depends on how strong her wolf is.” She told us, digging her two hands into her coat pocket.

“Hmm.” Peter hummed, glancing at me.

I'm pretty sure he has figured out my wolf is weak since I couldn't protect myself from Charlotte's attacks back at the mall. 

“Discharge her.” He ordered.

Michelle came closer and gently pulled off the small sticky patches from my chest that connected to the heart rate monitor. Then, after that, she proceeded to the IV, slowly removing the needle on my wrist, and… that was it.

I’m discharged.

“One more thing.” She said, “You need a fentanyl patch.” 

Michelle walked towards the door and exited the room, but she returned almost immediately, holding a neck patch that was ash colored.

“This might hurt a bit, Anna.” She opened the patch.

I swallowed hard as she walked towards me.

“Please, try to raise your head higher.” She ordered me.

I took a deep breath and tried doing it but I grunted, clutching my neck.

“Sorry.” Peter and Michelle chorused.

Then Peter places his firm hands on my cheeks before moving them down my neck.

I groaned in pain as he helped me but I had to endure it.

Quickly, Michelle placed the patch around my neck.

******

After some time passed, I was finally… finally discharged from the hospital. Peter guided me out, stepping into the hot sun and heading for his car.

As we got into his car, I noticed his jaws tightly clutched and his brows furrowed down in anger.

For fuck sake, what happened to him?

I wondered as Peter took the wheels out of the hospital’s lot.