The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Alpha Blaze POV
Dark, so dark and cold. I could hear the distant sounds of annoying beeping sounds as my body felt like it was suspended in mid-air. Why couldn’t I see? Was I blind? What was wrong with me? My eyes felt gritty like they were glued shut. I began to panic, my head thrashing about wildly in an attempt to force them open. My heart began to race, and my chest began to tighten.
“Blaze, calm down man, you’re going to rip your IV out if you don’t stop” shouted a familiar voice as I stopped, hesitating, my heartbeat slowing down minutely.
Was that Thomas? Where was I? I strained, my eyes shooting open, my breath coming in heavy pants. The bright light had me blinking, my eyes automatically wanting to close to protect themselves. I groaned, turning my head sideways, Thomas sitting on a chair, looking haggard and pale. Man, he looked exhausted I thought mildly. Like he hadn’t been getting much sleep or rest lately. How long had I been here?
“Boy are you a sight for sore eyes” Thomas grunted, looking very relieved “I thought you were never going to wake up man.
“Wake up,” I said grittily “Wake up from what?” I asked confused.
He frowned. “I guess you don’t know. You’ve been in a coma for weeks” he said shaking his head “You were close to death. At one stage we weren’t sure you were going to pull through. Do you not remember?” he asked with a twinge of annoyance in his voice.
I tried to think back but everything was a blur, my memory fuzzy. “No” I groaned “what happened? How did I end up in a coma?” I swore, my limbs feeling heavy and refusing to cooperate.
Thomas sighed. “How else you stubborn jack ass” he barked sounding annoyed. “We were under attack by rogues, and you came sweeping in, taking on half a dozen by yourself. I don’t know what you were thinking. I mean, you’re an all-powerful Alpha but even you have your limits. A child came running past and you got distracted. You took a claw right to the brain as well as several swipes to your mid-section. You were bleeding so profusely that by the time we managed to kill the remaining rogues, we thought you were dead. It’s a miracle that you survived, let alone that your brain started healing itself, even if you had to be put in a coma for it to do so. You are one lucky son of a b***h” he said drily, shaking his head in amazement. “Anybody else probably would have died. I swear you have nine lives” he added with a sigh.
I winced. It sounded like me. I could feel my energy beginning to return and slowly, gingerly I sat up, propping myself against the pillows. A doctor came bustling in, a wide smile on her gorgeous face.
“My patient is awake, I see,” she said cheerfully, her long golden hair loosely swaying over her shoulders. Her blue eyes were sparkling with cheerfulness, and she was beaming at me. Thomas gave her a wink. He seemed to be very taken with her, but then any woman who was beautiful was fair game to him as far as he was concerned. Thomas was a bit of a player and I looked forward to the day he met his match and a woman stood his asshole self up.
“What’s the verdict doc? Is he going to live?” he joked.
She laughed. “Well considering that Alpha Blaze has come this far, I would be highly surprised if he didn’t. You are nothing short of a miracle” she told me, grabbing her stethoscope and placing it against my chest, listening to my breathing intently.
Thanks for the compliment, I thought a little bemused. The doctor removed the stethoscope and grabbed a blood pressure monitor, placing the cuff securely around my upper arm and began to inflate it. I winced as it grew tight around my arm.
“Hmmm” blood pressure is slightly low, but that’s to be expected considering you’ve been bed bound for weeks. Some food and fluids should fix that, and we’ll check it again before you are discharged. No problems” she assured me lightly.
“Are you lightheaded at all?” she asked me with concern.
I shook my head. I felt fine, just tired. Which was strange considering I’d been asleep for so long.
She put her fingers against my wrist and counted my pulse, looking satisfied. “Pulse is more than adequate and quite strong” she murmured to herself, grabbing the chart from the end of the bed and scribbling away in it.
“What about his brain?” interjected Thomas. “I mean is he brain dead? Is it difficult to tell if he’s going to be any stupider than he already is?”
I glowered at him.
The doctor giggled. “His brain is fully healed. We did a scan of it yesterday and there are no issues. He’s incredibly lucky that it wasn’t a fatal injury.”
“I’m right here you know” I snarled.
They ignored me. I huffed feeling somewhat indignant.
I plucked the bedcovers and glared down at the bed, my hospital gown making me even more bad-tempered. I didn’t even want to know who had been changing me and bathing me while I was unconscious. It was embarrassing.
“When can I be discharged?” I asked grumpily.
I wanted to go back to the pack house and get right back down to business.
She raised an eyebrow. “Once you’ve had something to eat and drink and your blood pressure has been monitored. In the meantime you are welcome to have a shower and get changed” she suggested, pointing to an adjoining door, that no doubt led to the bathroom.
The thought of feeling clean again made me cheer up slightly. Thomas’s eyes clouded over and I knew he was mind-linking someone. His eyes cleared as the doctor bustled out of the door in a hurry, her heels clacking loudly on the lino floor.
“An omega will be here with a change of clothes shortly,” he said calmly, folding his arms across his chest and viewing me skeptically “Do you need help getting ready or assistance having a shower?” he deadpanned as I gazed at him in horror.
“No thanks,” I bit out, climbing out of the bed awkwardly. I still had my damn pride after all.
I’d die before I let him help me in the shower! Not to mention he’d never let me live it down. The bastard would probably take a nude picture of me or something I thought slightly paranoid. I wouldn’t put it past him.
I can’t believe we let the rogues get the better of us like that! But at least we saved the child, that’s the most important thing Lucifer groused.
Do you remember everything that happened I asked him sharply, maybe he could fill me in on what was missing from my memory.
No, only bits and pieces. But it feels like we’re forgetting something important, but I have no idea what. I can’t remember what happened earlier that night. I’ve been wracking my brain but it’s complete mush. It’s frustrating as f**k he complained.
Never mind. It will come back in stages. I hope I told him grimly we’ll just have to be patient. Unfortunately, patience was not my strong suit.
I turned the water on, discarded my gown, and hopped into the warm water with a sigh of relief. I scrubbed myself all over, including my hair, flipping it back. It had grown down to my shoulders and I was in desperate need of a cut. Thomas knocked on the door. I shut the water off, grabbed a towel, and opened the door a few centimeters, eyeing him suspiciously. I clutched the towel tightly around me.
“Your clothes,” he said rolling his eyes and passing them through.
“Thanks,” I said between gritted teeth, keeping my foot in the doorway so he couldn’t try and barge in.
I shut the door again and then wrestled into the casual sweatpants and black shirt, shoving the sneakers on awkwardly, and then paused. A pair of heels flashed into my mind, white ones, that sparkled lightly. I frowned. Why was I thinking about women’s heels? Why did it feel like they were important in some way? That I had seen them before? I shook my head and then opened the door, sailing out. I felt rejuvenated. I rubbed my hands together gleefully.
“Much better, now you don’t look like a hobo,” Thomas said with a grin “although you did make a handsome homeless person.”
I flipped him the finger and sat on the bed as the doctor came back in bearing a tray of food and a pitcher of water with a cup. She placed it on the bedside table, her cheeks red with exertion.
“Soft food for the next few days” she warned me “Jello, broth, soup, that sort of thing, and your tummy has shrunk so don’t be surprised if you can’t stomach much. Try not to make yourself sick. I expect you to at least have a good try at what’s on the tray” she said perkily. She sounded like a good old Mother Teresa. Was she always this damn cheerful and optimistic?
I eyed the food with skepticism. It had jello and a large bowl of flavored broth. I swallowed hard. It looked extremely unappetizing. My mouth went dry. I would have killed for a large rare meaty steak right then and there. My mouth watered thinking about it. The doctor shook her finger at me. “Soft food” she repeated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Else I won’t discharge you” she threatened.
“Alright, alright” I breathed.
Bossy boots, I thought sourly, opening the jello and tentatively bringing it to my lips with a spoon. I opened my mouth and took a bite. It was horrendous, like slime. I tried not to gag as the doctor watched intently. Thomas smirked, enjoying my discomfort. Bastard. I would get my revenge on him later. I managed half the jello and then desperately tried the flavored broth, hoping that it would taste better or at least be an improvement on the jello. It wasn’t. I almost choked on the watery liquid, my eyes watering as I gagged. I didn’t even manage a quarter of the bowl.
“I’m full” I lied, giving the doctor my best, winning smile.
God, please buy that. If I took one more bite I was going to embarrass myself and vomit all over the room. Thomas gave me a knowing look and I shot him a look full of daggers, warning him to keep his mouth shut.
She eyed me warily and then shrugged. She checked my blood pressure and gave a pleased nod. “You can leave when you’re ready Alpha Blaze. Your blood pressure is back to normal as I suspected it would be.”
“We’re leaving, now” I growled at Thomas, jumping up and heading directly towards the exit as Thomas hastily thanked the doctor. I felt like I’d wasted enough time already and was itching to get back to work. Thomas caught up to me and gave me a sidelong glance. “Keen to get back to work?” he asked mildly.
I grunted “Pretty much. Tell me, Thomas?” I asked, stopping in my tracks and pinning him with a stare “I want to know everything about that rogue attack and where I was before it happened. There’s something niggling me, but I can’t put my finger on it” I growled “and maybe you’ll jostle something in my memory.”
Hell, I’d take anything. Somewhere was the clue to the importance of the shoes, I knew it.
Thomas gave a large exhale “Very well” he said agreeably “Now where should I begin…” he mused.