Fated reborn - Chapter 89: Chapter 89
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"Come on... Come on... Wake up!" A voice called me.
"You are stronger than this," it pressed, and the words reverberated through my spirit. The voice sounded like it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and I didn't know why, but the sound of it seemed so familiar that my body knew it. It comforted me.
"Wake up!" With a jolt, my eyes cracked open, and all I could see was black. Panic immediately started to rise in my chest before I was pressed against someone else's. A very warm someone.
Heat bloomed from where they held me and spread across my cold and tired body.
"I've got you wildfire, stay with me now," a voice like sweet sounding rumble repeated over and over until the words filled my subconscious.
Whether from tiredness, or something else, I couldn't move or speak. I did know I was still lying on the forest floor because the little vision I had made me see the crowded canopies of trees obscuring the forest floor from the sun.
"Come on wildfire, don't give up on me now," the voice begged, and it fueled my will to fight.
Though I couldn't move or speak, one of the few things that hadn't been affected were my hearing and to some extent my sight.
Uneven footsteps, rushed even, stopped before me, and from what I could hear, it sounded like the person had dropped to their knees beside me.
My face was still buried in the black mass that I now knew was a shirt when the owner of the shirt's voice rumbled again from talking.
"What are we going to do, she's bleeding and the pack is too far to get her there like this," worry was etched in the voice and who he was talking to picked that up just fine as well.
"Calm down, I have a piece of cloth here," the other offered, and I heard some shuffling before I was placed to rest completely on the forest floor by who was holding me, as he got to work patching me up.
"Tie her up real good around the middle. Those idiots really got her bad." The other said again and black shirt grunted.
"But she did hold her own for a while,"black shirt added, and I wasn't sure, but I thought I could hear some pride in his voice.
"We have to hurry, the pack will be expecting us back soon."
I felt black shirt finish what he was doing as the cloth was secured tightly around my stomach. There was a smaller piece tied around my arm at the spot where I had hit the tree when I fell.
Like a baby, I got lifted up and through my barely there vision, I knew I was back in the arms of black shirt guy, and I naturally buried my head in his chest as I soaked up his scent into my lungs.
It was like an aphrodisiac for calming me down, and my body felt lighter as I was carried away from the forest.
Relief washed over me as one word I hadn't thought I would use so soon dominated my mind and made me slump against my rescuer's chest even more. Safe. I was safe.
I didn't need to see it because I felt it to my bones.
Finally being able to rely on someone else, and it had been a while too, my eyes dropped closed, and this time, they remained shut.
Sleep gripped me in a tight embrace, and locked me up so that I wouldn't be able to escape. I didn't fight it too and just let it happen because I really needed it.
Deeper and deeper, I fell into the bottomless well that was sleep and I didn't want anyone to pull me out of it, at least not yet.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
The beep of a machine was what first penetrated my subconscious before I started to slowly be aware of where I was. I didn't know where I was, and confusion started to creep up my mind and i panicked.
The panic only lasted a second before I was drenched in memories from... I didn't know how long ago. A few hours? Days maybe? I didn't dare think about the possibility that I had been lying on this spot for more than a few days.
Everything came crashing back. From memories of me being banished, to my things being burned, to being left in the woods.
I could see vividly how I was hunted like an animal for hours, and then finally being caught and attacked and then... A blur. Nothing. I couldn't remember.
The only conclusion I had come to is that I had to have been rescued because those goons hadn't gotten to me. I could feel it in my gut.
And the beep of the machine made me think that I had to be in a hospital or some type of healing facility. The sting in my hand from what could only be an IV told me as much.
You are safe Lunawyn, I told myself, sighing, then wincing in pain when a sharp pain jabbed me ribs. Maybe those goons did actually break a rib or two.
I tried lifting my heavy eyelids, but they snapped shut again when the florescent lights nearly made me go blind. So I was definitely in a hospital bed.
I laid there contemplating on what to do when a door pushed open and someone shuffled in.
"Is she awake yet?"
"Not yet. Remember she's been through a lot and she needs all the rest she can get."
"Well, I know that, but that doesn't stop the others from wanting to see her regardless."
" And I believe I told you to let them know that it won't be possible until I feel her health is stable enough or if by some miracle she wakes up."
The voices went back and forth and if that kept up, I knew I was bound to have a headache.
It was so sudden when I felt the tip, a sharp tip of something cold pierce my flesh and I groaned from discomfort.
What sounded like flip flops skittered over to the other side of the bed, and I felt someone peer over me.
"Is she awake?"
"You are stronger than this," it pressed, and the words reverberated through my spirit. The voice sounded like it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and I didn't know why, but the sound of it seemed so familiar that my body knew it. It comforted me.
"Wake up!" With a jolt, my eyes cracked open, and all I could see was black. Panic immediately started to rise in my chest before I was pressed against someone else's. A very warm someone.
Heat bloomed from where they held me and spread across my cold and tired body.
"I've got you wildfire, stay with me now," a voice like sweet sounding rumble repeated over and over until the words filled my subconscious.
Whether from tiredness, or something else, I couldn't move or speak. I did know I was still lying on the forest floor because the little vision I had made me see the crowded canopies of trees obscuring the forest floor from the sun.
"Come on wildfire, don't give up on me now," the voice begged, and it fueled my will to fight.
Though I couldn't move or speak, one of the few things that hadn't been affected were my hearing and to some extent my sight.
Uneven footsteps, rushed even, stopped before me, and from what I could hear, it sounded like the person had dropped to their knees beside me.
My face was still buried in the black mass that I now knew was a shirt when the owner of the shirt's voice rumbled again from talking.
"What are we going to do, she's bleeding and the pack is too far to get her there like this," worry was etched in the voice and who he was talking to picked that up just fine as well.
"Calm down, I have a piece of cloth here," the other offered, and I heard some shuffling before I was placed to rest completely on the forest floor by who was holding me, as he got to work patching me up.
"Tie her up real good around the middle. Those idiots really got her bad." The other said again and black shirt grunted.
"But she did hold her own for a while,"black shirt added, and I wasn't sure, but I thought I could hear some pride in his voice.
"We have to hurry, the pack will be expecting us back soon."
I felt black shirt finish what he was doing as the cloth was secured tightly around my stomach. There was a smaller piece tied around my arm at the spot where I had hit the tree when I fell.
Like a baby, I got lifted up and through my barely there vision, I knew I was back in the arms of black shirt guy, and I naturally buried my head in his chest as I soaked up his scent into my lungs.
It was like an aphrodisiac for calming me down, and my body felt lighter as I was carried away from the forest.
Relief washed over me as one word I hadn't thought I would use so soon dominated my mind and made me slump against my rescuer's chest even more. Safe. I was safe.
I didn't need to see it because I felt it to my bones.
Finally being able to rely on someone else, and it had been a while too, my eyes dropped closed, and this time, they remained shut.
Sleep gripped me in a tight embrace, and locked me up so that I wouldn't be able to escape. I didn't fight it too and just let it happen because I really needed it.
Deeper and deeper, I fell into the bottomless well that was sleep and I didn't want anyone to pull me out of it, at least not yet.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
The beep of a machine was what first penetrated my subconscious before I started to slowly be aware of where I was. I didn't know where I was, and confusion started to creep up my mind and i panicked.
The panic only lasted a second before I was drenched in memories from... I didn't know how long ago. A few hours? Days maybe? I didn't dare think about the possibility that I had been lying on this spot for more than a few days.
Everything came crashing back. From memories of me being banished, to my things being burned, to being left in the woods.
I could see vividly how I was hunted like an animal for hours, and then finally being caught and attacked and then... A blur. Nothing. I couldn't remember.
The only conclusion I had come to is that I had to have been rescued because those goons hadn't gotten to me. I could feel it in my gut.
And the beep of the machine made me think that I had to be in a hospital or some type of healing facility. The sting in my hand from what could only be an IV told me as much.
You are safe Lunawyn, I told myself, sighing, then wincing in pain when a sharp pain jabbed me ribs. Maybe those goons did actually break a rib or two.
I tried lifting my heavy eyelids, but they snapped shut again when the florescent lights nearly made me go blind. So I was definitely in a hospital bed.
I laid there contemplating on what to do when a door pushed open and someone shuffled in.
"Is she awake yet?"
"Not yet. Remember she's been through a lot and she needs all the rest she can get."
"Well, I know that, but that doesn't stop the others from wanting to see her regardless."
" And I believe I told you to let them know that it won't be possible until I feel her health is stable enough or if by some miracle she wakes up."
The voices went back and forth and if that kept up, I knew I was bound to have a headache.
It was so sudden when I felt the tip, a sharp tip of something cold pierce my flesh and I groaned from discomfort.
What sounded like flip flops skittered over to the other side of the bed, and I felt someone peer over me.
"Is she awake?"
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