Artemisia Blowing my cheeks, I tap my fingers on my blanket. It’s already past midnight, and the last nurse came in hours ago to apply my last cool compression for my head. I feel so human, and I hate it! I also finally understand how they always use to say that a doctor is the worst patient
“A doll.” He repeats with a scoff as he starts moving again. “I’m being serious, Fynn. You have been nothing but condescending to me. Why did you come and fetch me in the first place?” I ask him, regretting the question the moment I have uttered it. “What do you mean? You are my mate. I had to g
Artemisia The coziness of the bed he just cuddled me in, doesn‘t help at him staring at me in disbelief. “I’m sorry, what?” I chose the rip-it-off-in-one-go kind of way, and am now doubting my strategy as I actually have to go on. I bite my upper lip nervously as I move my feet under the bla
“Who the fuck knows about this?” He growls, making me jerk back. “Well, my family does. My pack and of course, Ri- Alpha Saviano.” I stutter out as he continues to glare at me. “So, I’m the only one who knows here.” His voice holds so much disgust that my chest tightens. Nodding, I get him to
Finnegan I nearly rip the door out of its frame as I open it with rage streaming through my veins. Taking a few steps, I only catch my breath as I hear the door close behind me. I nearly suffocate at the sadness and pain wafting through me, and I figure that they must be Artemisia’s emotions.
Artemisia “It’s okay, Matt. I just bumped my head, I didn’t lose a leg.” I chuckle as Matthew carries me to my room and cuddles me into the blankets of my bed. “I don’t care. You need to rest, love. I’m just following the doctor's instructions,” he says nonchalantly, as he rearranges my pillows.
I sigh deeply after she leaves my room, and close my eyes to get some sleep. But even if I’m drugged up to the eyeballs with painkillers and I’m feeling drained, I can’t seem to catch any sleep. My anxiety keeps growing even if I do my best to meditate myself into calmness. In the blink of an e
Artemisia I wake up with a jump scare the next morning as all my windows get opened brusquely. I blink into the light streaming into the room as a blonde woman is blabbering nonchalantly while continuing to give me a heart attack. Turning in my bed, I blink my sleep out of my eyes. I can’t see