Omega Second Chance

Chapter -Four

Rosa POV

Batting my eyes frantically, I tried to keep them open long enough to look around. The air was filled with a nasty smell of stagnant cleaner and old mops. Looking around, I realized I wasn't in a room I was familiar with.

Confusion took over as I tried to sit up. My hands felt like sandpaper as they pushed against the sheets. Picking them up, I could see scraps that had already started to heal. Again, I tried supporting myself just to have the pain returned.

Looking at the scabs on my hand, I tried to remember how I got them. laying there for a few seconds, the memory can staggering back. Last night. No. that can't be. I frowned as I remembered everything. Sitting up too fast, I could feel myself feeling faint. I looked around as the smell of cleaning stuff and old mops filled my nose once again along with a faint smell of a man's cologne. But there was no one around. Was I hallucinating.?

Lifting the sheet, I found where the pain in my leg was coming from. My knee was wrapped, and I had scraps and bruises along the front and side of my leg. I am a wolf, so why do I still have so much pain. I should be healed by now. The only thing my brain could conclude was that it must be a deep wound. I agreed with that thought as I tried to stand. So this is the outcome of running into Dusty after five years. What a reunion! But who brought me to the hospital? It was obvious, but I didn't want to admit it.

I gathered up my strength and didn't even think about it. I slid off the bed and tried to stand. The pain shot up my leg, making it unbearable. Trying to hold onto the bed, I discovered just how much my hands hurt. I remember frowning, causing my face to wrinkle like an old lady as I tried to adapt to the pain. But I just couldn't. It was too much.

There was that smell again. Like the fresh morning air in a church. That cologne. It took my breath away for a second. I could tell I was moving about in a wild position trying to stand. I was leaning on my right elbows with my butt in the air, and my legs bent. My back was facing the door, and I could tell I was twisted like a pretzel. My face was clammy with sweat, and my hair was sticking to my face. I was trying to see who was behind me as I heard footsteps. The scent reached my nose, and I knew the smell of that cologne . Just like the smell I smelled while in the car as I laid half in reality and half in another world. My wolf senses would never forget that smell.

My wolf pride took over, and I stood up. The pain ragged as my thin body wobbled, but I stood tall and proud, grinding my teeth so i wouldn't scream out loud.

Standing tall, I fumbled with my hair using my finger to comb it. My legs were still shaky, but my embarrassment was gone. I tried to find humor in my twisted pretzel figure with my butt in the air. Someone had to make me feel better about it. Why not myself.

As I turned around to see whose footsteps I heard, my heart pounded. My eyes caught sight of the one whose smell filled my nose. Dusty stood there quietly. He had changed in some ways since high school. He no longer was the poor boy dressed in the school raggy clothes. Now he wore a very expensive suit with a beautifully taylored collar clip. Dark blue mysterious stone that was cold and taciturn like him.

It was the one thing that didn't change. He was still taciturn and silent, just like back then. But his body wasn't thin. It had corners and edges and wasn't that immature boy from school.. It was strange, quiet, and elite now.

I swalled hard. I couldn't say anything. I tried.I couldn't pretend we were old friends and greet each other like we were still in high school. No! It's not happening. We once parted ways or seemed to just pass by each other. Why did it have to be him? I walked out in front of intentionally.

I was amazed at how calm I was. How all the embarrassment and wanting to crawl in a hole last night has left. How I was just trying to be brave and stand proud.

I stood there. My thoughts of my mother filled my mind. The deadline for the payment was tonight. How was I going to pay them tonight. I looked at Dusty with a cold look on my face.

My voice was tense as I hid my inner emotions.

"How do you make up for lost wages and pay the thousands of dollars owed the hospital to keep my mom alive? " I asked.

Dusty stood there leaning against the door. His suit wrinkled from sleeping in the chair all night. He reached into his pants pocket, and his watch, luminous light, glowed, shining into my eyes. I remember lowering my eyes and biting my lip as my heart sank.

Dusty stared at me, and the corner of his mouth arched. " Is thirty thousand enough to pay it?"

As we looked at each other, his eyes went dark cold like the deep sea consuming you, causing fear to rise in your stomach. This young boy, now a man, has become colder than he was before.I looked away, feeling the hurt of that day all over again.

He asked me for a phone number, and I gave it to him. Hesitating at first.Until I heard him growl under his breath.

My phones notifications went off telling me money had been added to my account. I sighed as the air went stagnant and silent, causing a feeling of uncomfortable hurt in my chest.

I just wanted to walk away like nothing happened. Walk out carrying myself and my pride out the door. I started counting the beats of my heart. Why hasn't he left yet? He doesn't want to talk about old times. Our relationship ended badly.

"My lawyer will contact you." He said as he walked away.

I could see him in front of me as I limped to the door. I called out, but I wasn't sure he would turn around. He stopped for a second, then he took a step forward. I watched him walk away.

I limped back to the door and stood there. My leg hurt, and the sweat ran down my back.My phone pinged, letting me know the transfer of money was complete. His memo was this lady. Not my name but this lady.

The nurse helped me back to the bed and gave me another iv of antibiotics. She then informed me that afterward, I would be able to leave. "The infusion won't take long." she informed me.

"It's best if you let your boyfriend push you out in a wheelchair. Oh, where is your boyfriend? " She asked.

I politely told her he was not my boyfriend as I looked down to the floor.

"Okay, you two are still mad at each other. I must tell you he stayed all night here in the chair. Every noise you made, he would get up and check on you.When you cried in your sleep, he would come and stand by the door, but he wouldn't come in. You two definitely make an interesting couple." She said as she attended to my iv.

I looked up at her. My mind is trying to understand and process why he stayed here all night. Maybe he just felt guilty for hitting me. No, he's too cold for that. Maybe I was just trying to read something that wasn't there.

With a serious voice, I looked up at her. "He is not my boyfriend!"

"No? You could have fooled me." She said as she finished up with the iv.