Chapter 27 Chapter 27
ALPHA XANDER'S POV
"I have some bad news," the doctor said. She had a no-nonsense attitude, and her demeanor was professional and stoic. She was dressed in a white lab coat, a stethoscope hung around her neck. She carried a clipboard in her hand, and as she walked, she made notes in it. Her face was lined with wrinkles, a sign of age and the tightness around her eyes spoke of her many years of experience in the field. She had a pair of spectacles perched on her nose, and her eyes were sharp and focused as she checked Adriana's vital signs. Her movements were swift and efficient, and it was clear that she knew what she was doing. She had a kind face, but it was clear that she didn't mince words when it came to giving bad news.
"Adriana's condition is more serious than we thought. We have to run more tests and do further examinations to understand what's happening." My sister and I looked at each other, our hearts heavy with fear and uncertainty. We knew that whatever the doctor had to tell us, it was not going to be good.
She looked at us with a serious expression and said, "I have to tell you both, Adriana's condition is strange and it's difficult to understand what's happening. We've run some tests but we haven't found anything that could explain her current state."
My sister and I looked at each other, our hearts heavy with worry and fear. "What do you mean? What's happening to her?" I asked, my voice almost trembling.
The doctor sighed and said, "We're not sure yet, but we suspect that she might go into a coma. We need to run more tests and monitor her closely to understand what's happening."
Daciana was petrified, her face pale with the fear. "A coma? Is she going to be okay?" she asked, her voice trembling.
The doctor shook her head. "I can't say for sure. We'll do everything we can to help her, but her condition is strange and it's difficult to predict what will happen. Her blood," she shook her head and then asked us to go for now and that they will communicate with us if things get better. We left the doctor's office, my sister was shocked, and I was filled with a sense of hopelessness. My heart heavy,
Daciana and I left the hospital, we got into the car and drove back in silence. The only sound that could be heard was the hum f the engine and the occasional swish of passing cars. The atmosphere inside the car was heavy with sadness and despair.
We both were lost in our thoughts, trying to process the information that the doctor had given us. The reality of Adriana's condition was sinking in and it was hard to accept. The thought of her going into a coma was unbearable, and the uncertainty of her recovery was
overwhelming.
Daciana was quiet, her eyes red from crying and her face etched with despair. The fear in her eyes broke my heart to see her like this. I wanted to say something, to offer her some comfort and reassurance, but I didn't know what to say. I was in need of those comforting words too. The only person that could offer me comfort was the cause of the pain. We drove back in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts, and consumed by sadness.
As we arrived at the apartment, the rain was pouring down heavily, the water hitting the windshield with a constant patter. We parked the car in the garage, and the sound of raindrops on the roof was the only thing that could be heard.
We got out of the car, and Daciana grabbed her bag from the backseat. I noticed that two of my guards were standing by the garage, holding umbrellas above their heads. They stepped forward as we got out of the car, and they opened the umbrellas above our heads, shielding us from the heavy rain.
My guards were standing by the garage door, dressed in black suits, their attire was formal and professional. They both had a black button-up shirt and a black tie, with a black jacket that matched their pants. They wore black leather shoes, polished to a shine. Their attire was a clear indication of their position as guards, they look sharp, and their stance ready to protect. They both were tall and muscular, their posture was straight, and they had a confident, yet stoic expression on their face. They both were wearing earpieces, ready to receive any instruction. They were highly trained and ready to act at a moment's notice.
I nodded at them, acknowledging their presence and thoughtfulness. We walked towards the elevator in silence flanked by the duo, the both of us lost in our thoughts.
We walked inside the apartment, the sound of the rain could still be heard, filling the silence of the room. I walked towards the window, and I watched as the raindrops hit the glass, running down in rivulets.
Daciana strutted towards the living room, the click of her heels too loud in the silent room. She walked towards one of the maids and asked her to serve us a drink. The maid nodded and went to the cabinet, she grabbed a bottle of whiskey, a brand of "Johnnie Walker Black Label" and two glasses. She poured two glasses and handed one to Daciana and one to me.
We took the tumblers and sat down on the couch, feeling the warmth of the whiskey spreading through our bodies. The drink was strong and smooth, and it helped to clear the cold weather from our bodies. Lycans have even stronger resistance to the cold than wolves, but the weather these few days has been unpredictable.
Daciana and I took a sip, and for a moment, we were silent, lost in our thoughts. "I needed this," Daciana said, her voice trembling as she swallowed the rest of the clear liquid in her glass. "I can't believe this is happening. I just can't believe it."
I tried to go close to her, to offer her comfort and support, but she pushed me away. "Don't touch me," she said, her voice cold and filled with anger. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't listened to Donovan, Adriana would not be in this state right now."
"It's too late for apologies. Adriana is suffering because of your mistakes. And I blame you for everything." Daciana looked at me with a mixture of anger and disappointment. She told me that my ego and the thought that I could get whatever I wanted by force was the cause of everything. That my desire to prove myself and my need to dominate everything around me was the reason for Adriana's
suffering.
Daciana continued to express her anger and disappointment towards me, I tried to reason with her. I told her that talking won't solve any problem and that we needed to focus on finding a solution and taking action to help Adriana. But my words only seemed to fuel her temper, and she began to insult me, calling me a selfish and arrogant person, who only thought about himself. She said that I was too focused on my own needs and desires, and that I had never cared about anyone else.
I could feel my own anger rising, but lashing out at her would only make things worse. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. I was aware that we were both under a lot of stress and that our emotions were running high. Feeling angry and frustrated by Daciana's words, I quickly gulped down the rest of my drink and stood up from the couch. I couldn't take her accusations and insults anymore. I needed to clear my head and think about what to do next. Without saying a word, I walked out of the room, leaving Daciana behind.
As I walked down the hallway, I could feel my emotions boiling inside me. I was angry at myself for letting things get this far, and I was angry at Daciana for not understanding that I was trying to make things right. @
I needed to clear my head and think things through, so I decided to go for a walk. I put on my coat and left the apartment, the sound of the rain hitting the pavement outside was the only thing I could hear as I walked through the streets, trying to come up with a plan to fix everything.
I walked down the streets, my mind was consumed with thoughts of Adriana, and the knowledge that her condition was my fault. I felt responsible for her suffering and I needed to make things right. I noticed that people were steering off my path when they saw me approaching. They could sense my anger and they knew that it was best to stay away. I could see the fear in their eyes and that was because I must have looked intimidating. I was an Alpha and my aura commanded respect and fear.
But
I didn't care about that now, all I could think about was Adriana and how to help her. I walked for what seemed like hours, lost in
my thoughts, trying to find a way to fix everything. The rain was pouring down, drenching my clothes but I didn't mind it. The only thing I felt was the weight of my guilt and the need to make things right.
The streets were dark and gloomy, reflecting the mood of my heart. The rain was pouring down heavily, and the pavement was slick with water. The sound of the raindrops hitting the pavement was the only thing that could be heard, it was a soothing sound that helped to calm my mind. The streets were bustling with people, trying to find shelter from the rain. They were dressed in heavy coats and carrying umbrellas, hurrying to their destinations. Taxis were honking and weaving through the traffic, trying to pick up passengers. The neon lights of the shops and restaurants were reflected in the puddles on the ground, creating a colorful and chaotic scene. The noises filled my head so I blocked them out, wanting only the sound of the angry rain pouring down. Almost like the sky
understood my mood.
After a while, I decided to walk back to the Packhouse. My mind was still racing with thoughts, but I needed to rest and come up with a
plan. As I walked back, the streets were starting to clear out, and the rain had started to slow down. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of my footsteps.
I entered the Packhouse, to see that the lights were off, and the place was quiet. Everyone was asleep, and I didn't want to disturb them. I went to my room, and I sat down on the bed. I spent the whole night awake, thinking about what I could do to help Adriana but it was late now. There was nothing I could do except hoping she would recuperate quickly.
As dawn approached, I finally drifted into sleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil and lack of sleep. I was in the middle of a deep sleep when a loud knock on the door abruptly interrupted me. I growled, my instincts on high alert. I got up, feeling groggy and disoriented, and made my way to the door. I opened it, ready to defend myself if necessary, and saw Daciana standing there, her face
white as a sheet.
She was holding her phone in her hand, and her eyes were wide with fear. "Xander, the doctor called. Said I should put you through"
"Did she say anything?" I whispered and she shook her head. A surge of panic washed over me, and I grabbed the phone from her hand. The doctor's voice came through the speaker.
As I listened to the doctor's voice on the phone, I could feel my heart racing with fear and anxiety. The doctor's voice was urgent. My heart raced with fear and anxiety. The doctor's voice was urgent, she didn't need to say anything, something was seriously wrong and I needed to come to the hospital immediately. Saying it was better if we spoke in person.