Chapter 365: 2-1

Chapter 43.2 – Chelsea POV Gabriel had been eyeing me after leaving the auditorium, while blocking his thoughts as well, which annoyed me to no end. Then trying to read his eyes was nearly useless because if there was one thing he was the master at, besides shooting people, was hiding his emotions and thoughts. Keeping his face neutral, but in the one moment he dropped it, I saw need. Lust. Maybe I was seeing what I wanted too see... I had tuned out the people from the island sitting next to Oakley on the floor, Ben on her other side while I waited for Jack or Chris to call me in to finish healing him. It wasn’t because I was a coward and didn’t want to hear what they had to say; it was that I just no longer cared. I had tried being nice, reaching out, trying to less of a tyrant or psycho, just punishing harshly but this just cut me deeply. So I stopped listening. Maybe he’s listening for you, Aria spoke, and I wanted to scoff. Gabriel cared less than I did. I think you handled that wonderfully, my third wolf commented, very fair. I leaned my head back closing my eyes, thinking of how I handled it. Wondering if I should regret the execution of my delivery? Was I too harsh? Would this backfire on me? or would it do what I thought it should, which was get everyone focused on the end goal. Personally it felt like they thought their life began and ended on this island. They would return home when the Chosen One had conquered and defeated the Elders. Others believed that I didn’t have the experience, yet what I didn’t understand was that no one was approaching me, trying to help me instead of just saying I didn’t have what it took. I didn’t have a problem with them thinking I was over my head, not at all. My biggest problems were that they weren’t approaching me and saying that, so it was of no help. Then it was like they thought they were on holiday or something, when in reality it was like I told Grant, this isn’t a vacation. So many of them believed that when they left their loved ones back home that automatically meant that they were safe, but that wasn’t the case. The Elders killed many of their loved ones in the process of searching for them. I could see when it finally hit the Elders though… nearly five years ago, instead of killing the family members, Jason found that they just inserted what we now knew were the Unseen into their world. Hoping that the people they sought would contact family, or return home and they could swoop in and capture them. But I digress. With the information they all have now, I’m hoping it knocks some sense into them, because this couldn’t go on this way. Policing adults and their children as well as proving myself to them, I didn’t to do that. Any of it, I was proving myself to so many already. I had come to learn that while I was ‘Chosen’ I was given gifts when I handled a situation correctly which meant I was consistently – unbeknownst to myself – proving that I could handle each and every ability I was granted. Yet they had no way of knowing, I had kept all my talents from Jason, which meant he couldn’t pass on my progress. Don’t fret Luna, you do not need affirmation from others, they all know better than to defy who you are, third wolf interrupted. I sighed loudly. Waiting for when the trouble came. Right now I knew that they were all trying to help Connor after what I did. It had only been fifteen minutes since we left coming here, so I knew it would only be a matter of time until the Ryans’ came, as well as Leland and Marlon. When I went to Remy, what I wanted to do was already forming in my mind; I wanted to show the children and adults just what was going on, without having to be monstrous about it. I could get them to fall in line by showing the younger children just how other Alpha’s treated those that were their age, compared to my punishment of added chores or patrolling. I was being generous. Still they didn’t know me; I didn’t want to be that type of Luna. I didn’t want to live and make change by being vicious and unforgiving, but for me to remain in that mind set, they needed to step up, meet me half way. If they couldn’t do that, progress wouldn’t be made. “Who did this?” Oakley whispered, please don’t let it be Connor, she thought desperately, knowing that if it was that it would hurt Kieran that much more. “Connor,” I whispered, Oakley nodded, her body tense next to mine. “Hey Chels-” Chris actually came out, calling me into the room. Standing, I felt Oakley squeeze my hand a bit tighter when she caught a better glimpse of Kieran’s state, the machines and tubes scattered over him, “It’ll be fine Oak,” I whispered her eyes slowly meeting mine, she gave me a small nod releasing my hand as well. Entering he nodded for me to wash my hands once again, before calling me over, and pointing out where he noted the bruised areas of Kieran’s brain from the blow that Connor gave him, “it’s very sensitive Chelsea,” Jack told me, “I know you have to touch the areas but be mindful not to press inward,” I nodded, “Also, don’t try to heal too quickly, pace what your doing-” he stopped when he took in my expression. I tried hard, failing not to think of Oakley and how this was her mate, or how I had tried to protect Kieran by inviting him here only to fail him like everyone else had so far. Fisting my hand, then releasing again before using my index finger in the places that Chris showed me from the back. Upper brain… low function… death…  I pulled my hand away when I heard Jacks’ thoughts, taking a step back. What? My eyes wide and heart racing as my stomach tumbled uneasily. He’s – Kieran – brain dead? Even my thoughts weren’t able to form the words needed. Hey – hey – relax! He stood with his palms out facing me. I couldn’t so much as blink, the upper area of his brain has some dead brain cells and that part you’re going to heal – the cerebrum – controls his thoughts, or ability to think, hear, see – you know voluntary actions – you’re going to heal it and I believe that to do so you’ll be oxygenating those cells – How? Concentrate on the cells, just like you have before, create new matter Chelsea, Jack replied immediately with complete faith both in his mind and on his face. Pushing one of the machines away from Kieran, he placed a stool near him instead, patting it. “Sit here, and be extra careful I believe this part will take the longest,” his words muffled by a mask. Before I could touch Kieran Jamie came in the room sitting on my right side taking my hand automatically, after he washed them and placed a mask on. “Ready?” Chris asked, taking my hand showing me where to touch and then backed away, his eyes focused, knowing what was happening while I just concentrated, feeling a spark, and energy at the tips of my fingers, flowing – “Holy sh-” I snapped my eyes open, “What?” I whisper not pulling my hand away. You’re regenerating brain cells Luna, he says with wide impressed eyes, I sigh closing my eyes once again, finding it easier to concentrate. I continue my body feeling drained; the soft buzz from the machines eases me into a lull in my mind. Everything as it is, nothing left to fix, I pull my finger away, standing I stagger a bit, exhausted sagging against Jamie who easily picks me up and carries me from the room. “What’s wrong with her?” Gabriel demands taking me against him, floating.