Helanie:
Norman watched my face in silence before walking back and sitting in the driver’s seat. At least he was willing to do something good for once. I stayed silent throughout the ride. Thankfully, no one bothered me, and I made it to my room, where I stayed for the rest of the day and even into the next.
I guess the brothers were too tired to deal with another mess. I wore black jeans and a black turtleneck from the bag Lamar had given me. I’d received a text from Lamar, and we were going to visit Lucy in the hospital.
My hair was in a messy braid, with my curtain bangs loosely framing my forehead and face.
I left my room and went straight to the exit, not planning to take the car. I didn’t want the brothers to face harsh questions or rumors because of me.
Outside the main gate, I was greeted by Lamar, who was sitting on his bike, holding a helmet for me.
"Hey," I greeted, taking the helmet.
"Whoa! So black’s your color," he complimented.
"Who looks bad in black?" I replied. It wasn’t a lie. Taking his helmet, I sat behind him on the bike and smiled, remembering the first time I’d ridden with him. Who would’ve thought we’d become such close acquaintances?
We arrived at the hospital in two hours since the pack’s border was now under strict security. Benita must be waiting to reclaim the title of Lady of the Pack once her son wins the rank again.
"She’s that way," Lamar said after speaking to the nurse at the station, who told him Lucy was doing well. By ’doing well,’ she meant Lucy was now sleeping peacefully.
My heart pounded in my chest as I approached her private room, assigned specifically because she was a student of the RVS.
We entered her room to find her hooked up to multiple machines. I instantly wanted to break down, but I held my emotions in, making sure that if she could hear me, she’d know we were hopeful for her return.
"Hey, Luce!" Lamar and I said in unison, almost smiling, but the tears were visible in our eyes.
"We miss you so much." I ran my finger along the back of her hand and noticed how cold she was.
She had so many bandages on her body from the fall. If only she could wake up, just one moment of her waking up would be enough for her to be fine again.
"You know, they gave us some time off. And the lycan is terrorizing the rogue community," I continued, waiting for a response from her. But she remained silent.
"Obviously, the clever lycan is seen as a myth, just like everything else," Lamar added, smiling as he gently placed his hand on her bandaged forehead.
The door opened, and someone walked in, instantly souring Lamar’s mood.
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