7. CURE.

                 

“What is this shinning cell?” Sarah asked, her voice tinged with awe and wonder.

It was the werewolf gene and what was also responsible for making bonds between other wolves possible but Emma was not going to say that. It was not yet time for Sarah to know about her world. It was too dangerous.

“Please send the result to my office right away, I need to go see one of the patients,” Emma said and left Sarah’s lab.

There was a lot of questions on her mind as she walked and passed by other nurses and patients being prepped for surgeries or scans. It was a really busy night for her and like always she was spending it in the hospital. In all honesty, there was no one waiting for her at home.

Her work as a healer and doctor was her life. She was a neurosurgeon at the hospital but a healer and user of wolf magic off duty. Sometimes she combined to the two which was rare.

However, she knew that she was going to have to use both her medical and healing abilities to help Steve. But first she needed some answers.

Emma knew that she was stalling by walking slow because it pained her to see Steve Kane so weak, delirious and vulnerable even after he had hurt in a way she was never going to truly recover from.

There is no time for this! She scolded herself and walked faster until she was inside Steve’s ward.

He looked calm and sedated but she could see the spasms of pain pass through him as he laid down. He was still in his jeans but his boots had been removed and his shirt had also been discarded. She could see the IV pumping a big bag of morphine into his system. He looked tired with his eyes closed.

Steve’s eyes flew open as Emma stepped closer. He looked alarmed for a while as he looked around. He seemed agitated for a second and Emma saw his pulse on the charts increased. Fear.

What had been so bad enough to scare a powerful Alpha such as Steve Kane?

“Relax, Steve, its me,” Emma said. “You are safe.”

“Emma,” Steve whispered in a groggy voice. The Morphine had put him in a state of relaxation and numbed his pain. It would have killed a human being by now but there was nothing human about Steve Kane.

Emma heard the despair and longing Steve’s voice as he called her name and distant painful memories flashed in her head. She still found it hard that Steve had found her after all this time.

Truly, fate was a very cruel thing.

Steve’s pulse stopped racing and he breathed easy. Emma was so lost in the look he gave her. She could se the regret in his gaze and she was even tempted to ask him how he had been but that was not why she was here.

“I need to ask you some questions about how you got infected,” Emma said as she put her hands in the pocket of her white coat. “It could help me get a better understanding of how the virus was created.”

“Can you cure us?” Steve asked in a drowsy tone.

“I can try but I need to know more,” Emma replied.

“When you left the pack, and showed no sign of returning, I got curious.” Steve began. Emma did not like where this was going and she knew it.

“What were you curious about?” Emma asked,

“What you did for a living, I already knew who you were before we met, I did my research about the werewolf who was so good at healing, so I went into your clinic,” Steve continued.

“Wait, you knew who I was before we met?” Emma asked in disbelief. Then why did you reject me? She thought inwardly. She was never going to ask him why she he broke their bond; she did not care anymore.

“Yes, I did.” Steve replied.

“What happened after you went into my clinic?” She asked.

“I found your experiments and research,” he replied. “And then I did a very stupid thing.”

“What did you do?” She whispered.

“I took your research for safe keeping because I knew that it would be catastrophic if it got into the wrong hands, lot of good that did. It was stolen right from under my nose and I did not even realize that it was gone until it was too late. Then they began to create things with it.”

“Like the virus that brought you here,” Emma said as she closed her yes. Her heart sank and her stomach dropped.

“Not just the virus, Emma,” Steve replied. “They used your experiments to create abominations, different breeds of werewolves that were created to only hunt and kill.”

“Dear goddess,” Emma whispered as she swayed on her feet. “This is my fault,” she said to herself as she turned around and ran a hand through her hair.

“No, Emma, you are not to blame,” Steve said as he groaned in pain. “You are a healer, you were doing what you did best, to make werewolves healthier. It was all my fault, through mu arrogance, it was stolen from my possession, I was the careless one.”

Emma sat down and sighed deeply.

“They perverted my research,” she said after some moments of silence.

“Emma is all lost?” Steve asked and Emma looked up alarmed.

It was the first time she had heard such desperation in his voice. He was afraid.

“My pack is dying, Emma, can you do something? Please.” Steve begged and it broke her heart to see him this way.

“I cannot promise anything yet, Steve, but I still working on it,” Emma replied.

“Please, I know I am in no position to demand or ask you for anything but we are running out of time,” Steve implored.

Time! That was it! She knew what to do.