Chapter 17 DALIA
DALIA
Ezekiel asked Nikolai and the other guy who introduced himself to me as Aaron the head warrior to keep watch around the house. Maybe the fake Mrs. Adams didn't run away as we thought. Even though Ezekiel said that witches are wise and cunning, I still believe that someone tips her off if she truly escaped. If my instinct is right, that means the fake Mrs. Adams is not the only one we should find.
Ezekiel took me to the hospital so that Jerald would run a check up on me, but I refused the checkup when we got to the hospital. I only followed him to the hospital to check up on the boy. I know that I'm weak after taking out the curse, but I don't need any checkup. I will be fine once I get a good sleep.
The boy is still sleeping when I get to the hospital. Jerald has cleaned up and dressed his wound. I check his vitals. He's breathing fine and will wake very soon.
“Take good care of him. If he wakes up, inform me,” I say to Jerald. I stare at the boy. The poor boy has been living with a witch thinking that she's his mother. How will he feel if he finds out that his mother is dead? I wonder where the witch kept his mother's corpse. We need to find her as soon as possible. At least the boy deserves to see his mother's corpse and bury her. I just hope the witch hasn't burnt it.
“We will have to question him once he wakes up. He has been living with the witch for a while now. We might get something from him,” Ezekiel says as we walk out of the room.
“We will give him some time before questioning him. From the little memory I saw from when I touched the curse, the boy went through a lot. He was definitely abused by the witch.” I replied. I can imagine his confusion when his mother starts acting differently. He was abused by the witch. The bruises on his body were from the abuse. I clench my fist. I'm going to kill that bitch once I find her.
“Are you okay?” Ezekiel asks. It seems that I couldn't hide my anger.
“I'm fine.” I mutter. “You need to alert your people of what's coming, Ezekiel. The fact that this witch entered your pack with no one finding out. I'm scared that those fuckers are closer than we think.”
“You don't need to worry. I will take care of this. I'm certain that the witch killed Mrs. Adams outside the pack and took her form. No matter how cunning the witches are, they can't get past the pack’s border. Even the day you got past the pack’s border by tying up the parole guards. I was alerted. I was the one that stopped them from taking action. The pack is secured and my people are safe. I will make sure it continues that way.” He states.
From his tone I can see that even though he's an asshole mate, he's a good leader. I'm about to say something when I smell something strong…. An infection. I followed the direction where I'm perceiving the smell, ignoring Ezekiel who's asking what the problem is.
I arrive at a ward. There's about five men there whom I guess are warriors. The smell is so strong here. I move to the first man on my left, I try touching him to know where the infection is, but Ezekiel growls and pulls me away. I blinked at him in confusion.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He sounds jealous. I roll my eyes. Is he being serious right now? I'm only trying to touch the guy. He's so jealous for a man who wants me gone from his pack. Well, it could be the mate bond, but he shouldn't overreact.
“Im just trying to check his wound.”
“Why? Are you now a doctor?”
“I'm not but I have knowledge in medicine. I also have the ability to heal others,” I reply lazily. The warriors acknowledge his presence.
“You sure possess a lot of abilities,” he mumbles.
I chuckle slightly. I don't. I lack a lot but he doesn't need to know.
I proceed to check the warrior. He looks like he's in a lot of pain, but he's trying to keep his head high because of his Alpha's presence.
“They are warriors that were injured when those strange creatures attacked. Jerald is treating them.”
“Well I don't think he's doing a nice job because these people are dying.” My voice sounds a little high which I didn't mean for it. But on a serious note, this warrior doesn't look like something is being done to keep him alive. I check on others, and their condition is the same.
“Jerald is a good doctor. He's even the one that revived you after you fainted from the attack,” Ezekiel says with conviction.
“My situation was different from these people. Nothing was wrong with me. I was just exhausted from being starved and overusing my power. A good sleep did it for me,” I say as I check the last guy. His condition is worse than others. At this point, I pray that his wolf is even still alive. This looks like a deliberate act of negligence. What doctor can't stitch up a wound properly and prevent it from being infected?
“Alpha, you called me,” Jerald says as he enters the ward. Seems that Ezekiel mind-linked him.
“Why are these guys not healing?” Ezekiel asks, his voice strong as always.
“I'm doing my best, Alpha. Besides, the attack happened yesterday.”
I turn to Jerald as I try to keep my voice neutral, “A few hours is enough to stitch up a wound, treat it, and prevent it from getting infected.”
“I did my best, but the wounds are laced with poison. It's a kind of poison I've never seen.”
“Poison? What poison?” Ezekiel asks.
“I think from those creatures that attacked. I properly treated the wounds. I think the poison is stopping them from healing and also caused the infection. And I'm trying my best to find a solution.” Jerald explains.
I sigh and look back at the warriors. Maybe I'm over thinking. There's no way he can probably allow the wounds to get worse. Those creatures, their bite is laced with poison. It's definitely what's stopping these wounds from getting healed.
I can heal them, but right now I'm weak. I just have to wash up their wounds and stitch them properly. I will come back tomorrow to take out the poison.
“I need medical equipment and some nurses at my service. I want to try this myself,” I say, looking at Jerald.
“Are you a doctor?” he asks.
“I'm not, but I'm sure that I can take care of this more than you,” I reply, trying not to sound sarcastic.
“I'm sorry, I won't allow you to touch the patients. This is their health we are talking about here….”
“Let her handle it,” Ezekiel cuts in.
Jerald opens his mouth as if he wants to protest but shut it. Maybe I'm not so sure, but I think I see a look of disdain…. Pure anger in his eyes.