23. The Chair Scene

23. The Chair Scene
Mia's POV

“What do you mean I will be here until you find out?” I asked, agitated as the uncanny scent of antiseptic hit my nose.

Like I was getting re-familiar with my surroundings.

I started to notice the stains on the white wall.

The cobweb at the corners of the roof. I’d been in here taking it all subconsciously for the past three days and now I’m being promised an infinite amount of time for what?

A diagnosis waiting to happen?!

It feels unfair!

I refuse.

“No!” I said vehemently.

“What?” She cocked her eyebrows and looked at me with a bemused smile.

“I refuse to stay in here for God knows how long. I WANT to go back to my room.” My eyes were sharp and glazed with determination and she noticed it too, because she adjusted her white coat and dragged a chair closer.

Her palm rested on the edge as she rested her whole weight, flexing her elbows. The rhythmic tapping of her slender long fingers on the wooden chair had me distracted until a dry chuckle escaped her lips and she said,

“For a human that was kidnapped, you sure have adjusted to this place easily. Calling that room beside the Alpha himself yours.” she taunted.

The degrading look she gave me did something to my thinking.

Rather than irking me, I found myself doing some critical thinking.

It was true that I hadn’t thought about my job once since I got here. In my defense, everyone hated their jobs. Besides, I’d come to weigh the risks involved in trying to escape again and the cons far outweighed the pros.

Kylanor was sure to let me know that. Given the fact that I wasn’t a risk taker, I had subconsciously accepted to do my best at surviving here.

The only risk I’d ever taken in my life was pursuing my love and interest, however that in itself was what landed me in this whole mess.

If I hadn’t fallen for Zoe, then I wouldn’t have been so heartbroken and gone to the club at night and then none of this would have happened.

Before regret could cloud my mind, she moved.

My pale doctor gave the chair a lazy twirl in between her fingers while it danced around on one of the hind legs before stopping abruptly — the front facing the back.

Within that same breath, she slid her thick left leg across the seat and sat on the chair with a bounce. Despite the buttons holding them together, I didn’t fail to notice the jiggle of her lemons right before she leaned in.

I’d never wished to be an inanimate object until now. Despite the fact that she’d shown me things that she was capable of.

Because even now that I did, a part of me wanted to be the wood the chair was made out of.

As if the performance wasn’t exquisite enough, she flexed her hands in a stretch, rolled up the coat up to her elbows then proceeded to cross them on either edge of the chair all without breaking eye contact.

I gulped, unable to look anywhere but her while she rested her jaw on the back of her palms which she placed on top of each other.

When I blinked, my eyes returned back to her face, making it difficult to miss the smirk resting there.

Did she know what she was doing to me?

I was heating up despite the perfect ventilation.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” she nudged at me. I opened my mouth to speak only to realize that once again this pale doctor had rendered me speechless and unable to properly function.

“Hmm hmm,” I cleared my throat and hoped I sounded as clearly as I imagined, “I don’t have a choice.”

“Oh?” She cocked her head to the side.

“I have to learn to survive here. So whether I like it or not, this is my life now and the sooner I get used to it, the earlier I can find joy at all. So stop trying to divert the question. I need answers.” It was my turn to fold my arms across my chest and stare back.

This time she blinked. Definitely not from intimidation.

At most, she seemed impressed at my boldness.

“What else do you want answers to?” she asked calmly, unfazed by my small outburst.

Embarrassed, I looked away for a brief moment and blinked.

“How did you save me? I was sure I saw my dead cat from when I was a kid,” I replied, trying not to blush.

She glanced outside through the barred window with a squint before returning her gaze to me, her snow-white hair falling out of the ponytail in the process.

I took in a deep breath and exhaled silently without even the puffing of my chest so as not to interrupt her flow.

“Alpha Ashton brought you in himself with just one sentence — ‘save her or lose your lives,’” she started with a gaze and tone I could imagine Ashton showing.

Without even trying, he was already overbearing enough, not to talk of when he was intentionally putting pressure on them.

“Then he proceeded to send out every male, which made the hospital hall empty.”

“What?” My eyes bulged but I couldn’t voice my shock and concern. Not when she looked like she was in her element. As if she acknowledged my surprise, she nodded.

“Yes, and then he asked for a female doctor — which we didn’t have — until the doctors who were shivering mentioned that the mixed-bloods amongst us had medical experience, having me dragged out of my apartment and transported here at top speed while the male doctor had to find a way to keep you alive without as much as breathing close to you.”

“How?” This time I didn’t see how I could hide how I was feeling.

She shrugged. “If you ask me, who should I ask?”

I tried to imagine them giving him instructions with their hearts in their throats on how to keep my breathing stable.

This doctor is so hot. Who else is curious to know her name?