Help Arabella

Help Arabella
Arabella rolled over the bed and sighed. A smile appeared on her face as she tapped beside her.
"Blaze." She mumbled. Although he had told her to call him by his given name whilst they were alone.
Arabella didn't think she would be calling him that anytime soon as each time she wanted to, she ended up calling him Blaze.
Besides, she liked the sound of Blaze better than Cole. She loved how it sounded to her ears.
"Blaze," She mumbled again. As she got no response, she opened her eyes.
The room was semi-dim. Blaze must have shut the windows.
Arabella could make out objects in the room from the little light streamed inside from a crack in the door.
She glanced towards the bed to realise Blaze wasn't in it.
Sitting up abruptly, she ran a hand through her hair.
"Blaze." She mumbled, walking around the corner of the tiny room.
Then she crouched to check underneath the bed. "It is not funny. You are hurt and should not be moving around."
Blaze could barely fit under the bed due to his large frame. And there was no way he could have hidden from her in the room because she'd have caught him.
"Did he leave?" Arabella clenched her hands and moved towards the door as she glimpsed a note on it.
--This is important, and I had to leave. I'll be back before you know it. Don't miss me too much, and don't do anything reckless- Blaze.
But he was doing the opposite of what he had written.
Arabella wished she could see him this instant; she'd have given him an earful. She was freaking pissed, and she wondered when he'd stop risking his health for what wasn't even worth it.
She gripped the handle of the door and yanked. But nothing happened. She tugged again and glanced at the note. Shit, Blaze had locked her in.
"I'm never going to forgive you for this!" She muttered under her breath before storming towards the bed.

"Please, no," Blaze muttered. He jerked and tightened his grip on Thalia.
Thalia frowned. His fever had gone higher. She had managed to dress the wound as the person who did it had done a terrible job.
She believed it might have been for the moment to keep him moving until they got proper attention.
But she was confused. She didn't know what exactly happened, but it seemed like Blaze had been shot.
However, it wasn't wolfsbane or silver.
Thalia would have been affected if it was any of the two.
Blaze was reacting to whatever was in the bullet. It was strange for a werewolf to go into this phase due to an ordinary shot.
"You'll be fine," Thalia said and caressed his hair before wiping his forehead with the damp towel with her.
She stood to her feet, and he gripped her hand before she took a step.
"Help Arabella. Don't let them get to her." He rasped. As soon as the words left his lips, he released his grip on her and slept off again.
Thalia grimaced. It was the second time he was telling her. What the hell had Arabella done to him?
The thought of the bitch made her furious. She had placed him in this position, and she was sure he was trying to save her before he was shot.
"I'm going to kill her instead when I get hold of her." Thalia gritted, stalking away from him.

Sandro groaned. His head thumped, and he rolled on his large bed. He winced as his hand went to his neck, and he sat up slowly.
It happened again, but he was lucky Blaze arrived on time. Before Blaze's arrival, he had sent several of his Delta to the clinic to acquire the blood he often used.
But they had come with something else. That had made his condition worse.
Was the supply finished? He was doomed if it was.
He didn't know how Blaze kept getting the ones he used on him. Maybe he kept a lot of them and used them when he was in the phase.
Sandro came down from the bed and went to the bathroom to do his business and freshen up.
He tossed on some fresh clothes as soon as he was done and stepped towards Blaze's room.
"Thalia." He mumbled, watching her go in. "What are you doing?"
"Taking care of your Beta." She said, walking in. She felt him follow her in.
Thalia didn't care about whatever was running through his mind; she needed to care for her brother.
Even if it would cost her life, she'd care for him before she died.
Sandro let out a cuss as he saw the state Blaze was in. "D-did I bite...?" He trailed off, staring at the decaying injury.
"It looks like a bullet wound," Thalia mumbled. But she didn't tell him it wasn't coated with silver or wolfsbane. It was best she left the part out before he went digging in, and Blaze would be in trouble if he happened to find out the real cause of his problem.
"That looks awful. Will he be fine?" Sandro mumbled.
"He'll be," Thalia said. "I already did what I could. Only praying he wakes up soon and his super healing kicks in as well."
Sandro nodded. He stared at Blaze for a while before glancing at Thalia. "I almost hurt you last night."
"You almost did." She flashed him a small smile before glancing back at Blaze.
Sandro could see it in her eyes even as she tried to hide it; she was afraid of him. He wouldn't blame her. He would be frightened of himself if he was in her shoes.
He had literally wanted to kill her if Blaze hadn't intervened.
"I'm sorry." He didn't know the reason he was apologising to her. But he felt he needed to.
"It's fine," Thalia said. "I'm glad you are back."
She glanced away again. She avoided his gaze, but he didn't call her on it.
Instead, Sandro watched Blaze as well, hoping he'd recover soon.