Chapter 361: 2-3

Just as I was completing the thought Chris answered, “the other bleeder is between the skull and the covering of the brain, but we’re going to fix the other one first,” he was distracted. Screwing a bolt of sorts to Kieran’s head. Shivers traveled down my back as I watched with wide frightened eyes. Neither Chris nor Jack had told me to touch anything, heal anything yet and I couldn’t understand why? I mean if I could heal why weren’t they letting me just do that? Gabriel, I don’t know how, but Oakley said she’s feeling pain, can you take Lux and Leland over to her house and see what’s going on, explain what’s happening to her if she asks. I – I don’t know who did this but I think maybe it’s Connor so keep and eye out for him, tell his parents what’s going on as well please, I sent him, getting nothing back, I waited for instructions from Jack and Chris. “There was a lot of blood on the path,” I said to the room neither man answered me, not that they were questions. “What I mean is, this – what is he going to be like – I mean can-” I stumbled not sure what the hell I was trying to ask first. There was so much, “We don’t know Chelsea,” Jack murmured when Chris handed him the drill and waved me forward. “Place your hand here,” Chris took my hand, placing it where he wanted “and stop the bleeding, and try to do what you can to heal the bruised area as well,” I nodded. “Why didn’t he heal on his own?” Kieran had a wolf; there shouldn’t have been that type of problem at all. I asked just to take my mind off from what I was doing, my hand, bare finger touching his brain; this wasn’t supposed to be happening. “Most likely the trauma to his head stopped the part that had to send the message that he even needed to heal that area,” Chris answered. Pulling my hand away he checked the area, nodding “that’s good, now we need to just drain the excess,” he murmured and Jack handed him the drill, “It’ll release the pressure that is being put on his brain,” he murmured inserting a long needle into Kieran’s brain and another one of the machines in the room came to life. “Is all this necessary?” I said from the side, all their thoughts were on what they were doing, using terms I hadn’t heard Jack use before when we practiced healing animals. Not that we had healed any one with these injuries. “Yeah, Chelsea do you really want the first time you try to heal something like this to be on Oakley’s mate?” Jack answered and I swallowed, but my mouth was dry. “I didn’t think so,” he said lowly, “this is different than when you healed Marx’ mate, that was a tumor and you had your blood work differently. Without doing it this way, you could have caused injury to his brain without that actually being your intention. The blood that pooled needed to be drained, once we finish that, you can work on healing the damaged or bruised areas,” he explained but by then I just nodded. “Will he be himself?” I asked wondering how this worked. Both Jack and Chris took a long moment to answer, but when one of them finally spoke it was Chris, “where the bruising is affects his speech, the second area affects his memory,” I sighed. For a small moment, I wondered would it be so bad if Kieran couldn’t remember his life before now? All those memories of abuse? The feelings of anxiousness and loneliness created by past abuse, making him believe he was unwanted?  And unloved? Just a broken individual that needed to be isolated from others because he was bad? I shook my head, going to rest against the wall, counting thirteen different wires and two restraints on Kieran at the moment. “We’re just waiting for the blood to drain right now,” Chris murmured, sighing, “For what it’s worth, this isn’t the worst brain injury I’ve seen, it’s hard to tell how he comes out of this because he does have you healing him-” he stopped abruptly cursing under his breath, “We need to set his shoulder,” the words directed to Jack who nodded. “Hey you okay?” Violet whispered for once not her bubbly self, “You’re shaking,” she noted, “he’ll be fine,” the words added but she was reading me incorrectly. I wasn’t shaking in worry, I was burning inside, and fury was taking up my every thought. It burned me inside that someone here did this to him; he didn’t fall, twist his arm and hit himself twice in the head. Someone actually went out of his or her way to hurt him and for what? Why? Hadn’t he suffered enough? A growl was forming deep inside my belly, as my vision changed, tinted red. Marlon, I want everyone children and all at the auditorium in five minutes! I commanded. “Do you guys need me right now?” I all but growled the words between clenched teeth. My hands at my side fisted, shaking. Jack looked up from one of the machines, eying me carefully, “No…” he paused, “he’s stable in a induced coma right now, we’ll take him off when everything is taken care of, no need to have him awake,” his voice softened remembering the panic attack Kieran had when he accidently pumped into me. Call me when you need me, I sent over the link rushing out of the room, only to be faced with Oakley’s empty green eyes, this is all my fault, she thought, her bottom lip shaking against her will. “He didn’t have to walk be back, he could’ve stayed and I would’ve gone home but…” she shook her head stopping. Grant, Julia, and Ben behind her, “This isn’t your fault, he didn’t trip and hurt himself, someone was waiting for him to be alone and took the opportunity,” I said monotone, “Kieran’s going to be fine, Oakley… I swear.” I said looking directly into her eyes, pushing my anger to the side while I gave her the reassurance she needed. When she nodded slowly, “you – you wouldn’t lie right?” she whispered. “I wouldn’t lie to you,” she nodded distracted. I took a step to leave but then I stopped, facing her again. “Oakley when you were walking home, did you catch any scents?” I hadn’t caught any trace of someone else, but there was a slight edge to the window this evening maybe she caught something where I hadn’t. She shook her head after thinking it over. I’m at the Ryans, do I tell them to go to the house or the auditorium, Gabriel asked me. I knew my answer instantly. Auditorium, all of them! Instead of going there myself however, I called Remy. Can you please meet at Gabriel’s office? I asked going to my bedroom and changing my clothes. I’m already there… I’m still working, she answered confused. I’ll be there in five minutes, I replied. I had truly met my limit, no more playing nice.