Chapter 96 96
Draven's POV
"Hazel?... Hazel!" I gasped in fright, my heart racing uncontrollably as I saw her clutch her belly. Her eyes were all foggy, and they were drifting shut as if she were about to fall asleep. But I knew better.
This wasn't sleep; it was something far more frightening. "Maddy!" I heard myself calling out. It was instinctual, a desperate plea for help. Hazel was in pain, and I didn't know how to make it stop.
"What's happening?" Maddy asked when she rushed into the room. Her eyes were wide and terrified as she looked between me and Hazel.
"Stay out of this!" I snapped, harsher than I intended. I didn't trust Maddy, not yet, as I still hadn't cleared my doubts about her just yet, and the last thing I needed was her meddling.
But my words made her freeze like a deer caught in headlights, and she stood there awkwardly in my way. "Move!" I growled, manoeuvring around her with Hazel cradled in my arms.
Maddy jumped back, her face pale. I carried Hazel upstairs, her whimpers of pain echoing in my ears and tormenting my very soul.
As I laid Hazel on our bed, her body twisted and turned, and her face scrunched up in agony. I felt helpless, and it was a feeling I hated.
"Maddy, get my phone," I commanded, my voice shaky. I needed to call for the physician; she'd have answers to why Hazel was reacting this way, but I couldn't leave Hazel alone.
"I don't know where it is," Maddy responded, her voice trembling.
"It's on the kitchen island downstairs. Be quick," I barked, my patience wearing thin. Maddy nodded and darted out of the room.
"Please, Hazel," I begged, holding her hand. "Don't close your eyes. Stay with me. Please."
"But it hurts, Draven," Hazel sobbed, her tears spilling down her cheeks. "I want it to stop. Please make it stop. Please."
"I know, I know," I murmured, my own tears threatening to fall. "Help is on the way. Just stay awake, okay? Stay awake for me."
The room was filled with Hazel's whimpers, my shaky breaths, and the deafening silence of waiting for Maddy to return. It was the longest moment of my life, as I suddenly had the urge to hurt Maddy for wasting time.
Why was she so slow anyway? Couldn't she easily assess the situation and be quick? Maddy finally appeared in the doorway, my phone clutched tightly in her hand.
I grabbed it from her without a second thought, and my fingers began fumbling as I tried to turn it on. But the screen remained black. Dead. My battery was flat. Fuck.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" I groaned, tossing the useless phone aside. Suddenly, Hazel's hand went limp in mine. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I realised she'd passed out.
Panic welled up inside me, making it hard to breathe. I felt helpless and useless. I didn't know what to do. It was like a maddening feeling, and I just wanted it all to end.
"Use my phone," Maddy suggested, pulling her own device from her pocket.
"I don't know the doctor's number," I admitted, hating the desperation in my voice. We remained in silence for a while; the silence was a stark contrast to what was actually going on inside of me.
Then I remember Hazel had a small book of numbers for emergencies. Running on adrenaline, I moved to check Hazel's bag. Time was slipping away, but with each passing second, I felt even more and more desperate.
It felt like the more time passed, the more I was losing her. I rummaged through Hazel’s bag, my fingers brushing against something cold and metallic. It was her phone, and tucked right behind it was a folded piece of paper.
With trembling hands, I unfolded it. But this was more or less scribbles of numbers on a sheet of paper. I began scanning the scribbles and numbers.
After a frantic search, I found it: Physician Katherine, followed by a string of digits. Thank God. "Maddy, give me your phone," I demanded, my voice echoing through the room.
Without a word, she handed it over. I quickly dialled the number, my heart pounding in my chest. The phone rang once, then twice. On the second ring, it was picked up.
"Hello, this is Katherine," came the feminine voice on the other end. "Why is Hazel in so much pain? She just passed out!" I blurted out, my anger flaring.
"Alpha Draven? What happened to-" I didn't let her complete her sentence, as I frustratedly let it all out, blaming her instead.
"You said she was fine. That she didn't need the energy boosters, so what the fuck is going on now, goddamn Katherine?"
"Alpha Draven, I need you to calm down," Katherine replied, her voice steady. "Can you tell me what happened? Did Miss Hazel lose consciousness again?"
"No, you need to get over here now!" I shouted, cutting her off. I felt a rush of anger—why couldn't she understand how urgent this was? Why couldn't I understand this situation anymore?
Why am I the only one on the verge of breaking down? “Alright, I'm on my way," she said, a note of urgency in her voice.
With that, I ended the call, tossing Maddy's phone back to her, saying that it almost crashed to the ground. Luckily, she was able to save it in time while looking at me like a frightened puppy.
Now all there was left to do was wait, each second ticking by slower than the last. But at least now, help was on its way. And I clung to that hope, praying that it wasn't too late for Hazel. And she would be able to wake up soon.
The mansion was eerily quiet as we waited. The ticking of the clock felt loud—too loud. Each tick was a reminder of the precious seconds slipping away.
Hazel lay motionless on the bed, her face pale and her breath shallow. I sat by her side, holding her hand in mine. It was cold, too cold, and I rubbed it in a vain attempt to bring some warmth back.
Maddy watched us from the doorway, her face a mask of worry. She fidgeted with her phone, occasionally glancing in my direction. I ignored her; my focus was completely on Hazel.
It felt like an eternity before I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. I rushed to the window, my heart pounding in my chest.
An older woman in physician clothing was getting out of the car, her white coat unmistakable in the moonlight. Katherine was here. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a tiny bit of tension leave my body.
I turned to Maddy, who was still standing in the doorway, anxiously waiting for my next order.
"Go. Let her in."
Maddy nodded and quickly ran all the way downstairs. I turned back to Hazel, squeezing her hand gently.
"Help is here, Hazel," I whispered, hoping that she could hear me. "Just hang on a little longer. Just a little bit more, okay?"
As I waited for Maddy to return with Katherine, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on me. But I pushed it away, focusing instead on the hope that Hazel would soon be okay. It was all I could do. For now, hope would have to be enough.
The moment Katherine walked into the room, she asked Maddy and I to step outside. I didn't want to leave Hazel, but I knew Katherine needed space to do her job. So, reluctantly, I let go of Hazel's hand and walked out the door, Maddy trailing behind me.
The hallway outside our room felt cold and dark, even though it was obviously lit up perfectly. I paced back and forth, my mind a whirlwind of worry and fear. Maddy stood silently, her eyes fixed on the closed door.
After what felt like hours, Katherine finally emerged from the room.