AZALEA'S POV
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"Alpha, he's fine despite the blood loss. We gave him some and he's still asleep." The words ring in my head over and over like a bell that won't stop chiming. My hands, arms, body-- everything, everything is covered in his blood. The crimson has stained my skin red, every movement making more of the dried blood chip off of me. "Alpha? Can you hear me?" I remain unmoving, leaned back into the chair, feet curled up onto the one next to me, holding my knees like I child hiding in a closet. My gaze flicks to her, my eyes stinging as I blink. The nurse in dark blue just smiles at me, it's soft, filled with care and kindness, yet all I feel is rage inside of me mixed with a little bit of fear.
"Sweetheart." Mom's voice is what settles me a little. I look up at her. She's hold
