Whispers

Chapter nineteen

I busted into Dom's office, unable to speak, my hand holding out the paper that I had written my dream down on. I did my best to swallow my impending panic as Dom took the paper from my hand and started reading it. I sat down in the chair in front of his desk and put my head in my hands. Shaking, I sat in silence as Dom read. It felt like forever until he looked up at me, his mouth agape.

"You had a dream about one of the worst days for this pack. A year ago, we were attacked by someone on the inside. One of our own," Dom squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. I looked at him, my panic subsiding.

Someone attacked them? But why?

"What happened that day? In the dream, I mean, there was an alter, and red eyes, he--I just don't understand," I stood and looked at him, trying to put all of this together.

"It started when siblings Rose and Clark went on a morning run. This was back when we did morning training. Anyway, they went out for a run and never came back. A search party was set up, and they recovered their bodies. No one can get through the barrier unless they have permission from the Council or us, and an animal didn't cause their deaths, so it had to be someone on the inside. Around that time, we noticed that Allen and Sam were missing. Jason, Gator and several others got together to search for them. Not long after that they found Sam, in the middle of the clearing, and Allen on the altar. Whoever did it was nowhere to be found," Dom walked to the other side of his desk, his voice thick with sadness.

"What killed them?" I asked, still trying to make sense of it all. Why would I see that? Why would I dream that?

"We didn't know until we went back in our records. Other than the four dead there was one other missing. His name was Damion," I sucked in a heavy breath and let it out, "The Council came out and looked at the altar that Allen was killed on and said that it was used to summon a very powerful demon. According to Fraywood, more powerful demons require a blood sacrifice. It's possible that Clark and Rose weren't supposed to be killed, but stumbled on Allen's dead body. We don't know why they killed Sam," Dom looked at me, his eyes sad.

I thought about all of this for a second, possibilities swimming through my head. I rubbed my face, not sure how I was supposed to process all of this new information. My body felt heavy against the weight of all this information. Four people were killed by the yellow eyed demon that attacked me back at my old pack. Then a shapeshifter and a red eyed wolf attacks me. Then I have this dream. All of this was too coincidental.

I turn to leave, sure that Dom didn't have anything else to tell me, when I stopped. I needed to ask one more thing.

"Dom, I have a question," I was sure I already knew the answer, but I needed to be sure. Dom looked at me and made a motion for me to ask what I needed to ask. I swallow the lump in my throat and sigh.

"Samantha and Jason. Were they mates?" I whispered, not sure if he heard me. Dom looks at me and gives me a sad nod.

"Yes. Samantha was Jason's mate," I felt my heart stop. I was right. "Why do you ask?" Looking at Dom, I could see just how much he has aged in just this moment. His eyes were tired, I could make out some wrinkles on his face, and I could see the slight graying in his dark hair. I did my best to hide my emotions, still not sure about anything. Why were Jason and I having these sensations when we touched? Why did I want to be around him all the time? Why was I upset that he had a mate before?

What was wrong with me.

"I was just curious, is all." I whispered, rubbing my head. I felt light headed all of a sudden, and I wanted nothing more than to lay down, but I still had class. I still had training. I swallowed trying to get a grip. I turned for the door, trying to leave.

"Gill," I turned, facing Dom for the last time, "Be careful with Jason today. Today is the anniversary of Sam's death." I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I felt like I was baptized in anxiety as I left Dom's office and caught Jason's scent. I down the hall to see him coming towards me, his face somber and concerned.

"Hey, there you are. Everything okay?" Jason asked as he got closer to me. I swallowed, trying not to breathe.

I could smell her on him. It was faint, and no where near as over powering as his room, but it was still there. They were mated, so it doesn't surprise me that I could still smell her. I would probably always smell her.

"Yeah, I was just headed to class," I said, breathless. Jason looked at me up and down, as if assessing if I was okay enough to go sit in front of a computer.

"I think you should go to Doc. You don't look too good," Jason felt my head, and pulled his hand back quickly when he felt the same shock that I felt. I looked at him, trying to see if he felt the same thing that I did, but his face gave nothing away. How could he not feel that? I put my hand to my head, trying to calm myself down. I needed to get to Doc. I closed my eyes, feeling tears prick at the edge of my eyes, and nodded.

"I'm going to go see Doc," I walked away from Jason, leaving him standing in front of Dom's door, looking after me with a look of confusion and sadness.

I walked to the infirmary and knocked on the door. Doc opened up and smiled at first. After seeing my face for a second, he realized what had happened. I tried to smile, to show him that I was okay, and not hurting on the inside, but it was no use.

"Did Jason tell you, or did you find out from Dom?" I took in a shaky breath and stepped into the infirmary. Doc walked away from me and pulled over a chair. I fell into it and took in more shaky breaths.

"I found out from a dream. I saw her dead body. I went to go tell him about it and I smelled her everywhere. I put it together on my own. I asked Dom and he confirmed it. I just don't understand why I feel so defeated. I don't understand why I'm hurting this much. I have a mate, and I was never affected like this with him," I look up at Doc as tears streamed down my face. Why was I crying. "What is happening to me?" I whispered, holding my head.

Doc went to work taking my vitals, then he placed a hand on my arm. After a minute, he took his hand off and sighed. "Did you have Kitty erase a memory of something?" I looked up at Doc, clueless. "Well, I'm sure you wouldn't remember asking Kitty to erase something. I'm just going to undo it for you. It could shed some light on what is happening," Doc kneeled in front of me and placed his hands on my temples.

Then I remembered. I asked Kitty to erase the dream that Jason and I had. I braced myself against my knees and closed my eyes, feeling sick. Doc pulled back, leaving me alone with my own memory. I opened my eyes and looked at Doc, trying to figure out if I really wanted to keep this memory.

"Are you going to be okay?" Doc asked, still kneeling down in front of me. I swallowed down the bile that made it's way up my throat, and sighed. I got up from the chair, shaking, and tried to walk, but had to grab the desk for support. I felt so weak. "Nope, you're not okay," Doc caught me as I tried to step away from the desk. He got me up and brought me over to the empty room. "Lay down, I'm going to get Kitty," I laid down on the bed, and pushed the heels of my hands into my eyes.

I took in deep breaths as I tried to calm myself. My wolf whimpered, hurt and upset, and I could feel my mutant side stirring. This was beginning to be too much. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.

"Why did she ask for the memory to be erased anyway?" I heard Doc ask as he came into the room. I removed my hands from my eyes, but kept them closed, as I listened to Kitty and Doc.

"She asked it to be removed because she didn't want to remember it, obviously." Kitty said, getting defensive.

"But you didn't even erase it. You just blocked it. I was able to retrieve it. Quite easily too," Doc placed a hand on my ankle. "Something's not right here, Kit. You've erased memories before, and I've never been able to retrieve them. What is going on here?" Doc removed his hand and rubbed his face in frustration. Kitty sighed.

"It's possible that I could have just blocked the memory instead of completely erasing it. I wasn't feeling well the day that she came to me," Kitty rubbed my face and set her fingertip on my temple. I opened my eyes, and felt Kitty pull back, startled.

"Damn," She whispered, putting a hand to her chest. Doc look at me and gave me a surprised expression.

"Your eyes are the deepest shade of purple I have ever seen in a mutant," I swallowed the compliment, feeling my stomach turn inside out. "Why is she so sick, Kitty?" Doc put his hand back on my ankle.

"It seems like she's going through the rejection process." She whispered, confused. Doc looked at her, confused, and then with a realization.

"You're right, Kit," He said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know how this is even possible," I sat up, willing to fight against the sickness that was threatening to overtake me.

"It's not possible," I said weakly, swinging my feet to the side of the bed. Kitty looked at me, her eyes wide with concern, as I tried to get up. I still couldn't support my own weight, and Kitty ended up catching me.

"It is possible. It's usually the last sign that the mate bond is broken." Kitty lifted me to my feet and sat me down on the bed again, my head swimming. "Your bond with your last mate is officially broken," Kitty held me by the shoulders, trying to keep me upright.

I couldn't stop myself from blacking out, just like I couldn't stop myself from dreaming.

I was back in the woods, in front of the altar, except I was in human form this time. Allen's dead body was still laid out on the altar, bloody. His purple eyes stared into space, completely devoid of life. I pinched my nose, trying to get the smell of death and blood out. I willed myself not to scream when I saw Damion walk to the altar.

He opened his book, once again, and began speaking in a language I didn't know. The world began to swirl, and Yellow eyes appeared in front of us, kneeling on top of Allen's body. I stumbled back, not sure if it could see me. Yellow eyes looked up at Damion, and gave an evil smile. My heart pounded in my chest when he looked around. When he looked in my direction, he seemed to look right through me before looking at Damion again.

"Four dead," It said, taking a deep breath. Damion looked up at the Yellow eyed demon and nodded.

"Yes, Master Agthoroth," Damion said, rising to his feet, "Please, use me as your vessel to do your bidding," Damion spread his arms out and tilted his head back.

Agthoroth laughed and stood up to his full height. His black hair was slicked back, just like I remember it, and he was bigger than any person I had ever seen in my life. I stood in place, completely frozen, as I watched him tower over Damion. I watched as Damion flinched and shook as Agthoroth stood over him.

"You could not hold me, human," Damion lowered his arms.

"But Master--," Damion gasped as the demon took him by the throat, and held him in the air. I covered my mouth, stifling a scream, my feet still unwilling to move me away from this place.

"I have a different idea for you, human," Agthoroth smiled at Damion's gasping form and dropped him to the ground. Damion lay on the ground, gulping down air. He looked up at the demon.

"What do you need from me Master?" He asked, pushing himself up to his knees. I looked from Damion to the demon, terrified. What did he do to Damion?

"I'm going to give you what you always wanted," Agthoroth bent down and placed his giant hand to his chest. Damion screamed, his cries ripping through the woods. I covered my ears and fell to the ground, closing my eyes. I couldn't stand the sound of his screams. Then he stopped, silence eating up the empty space available.

I opened my eyes, and uncover my ears. Damion was sitting on his knees on the forest floor, his head bowed. Agthoroth was gone. Slowly, I got to my feet and willed myself to walk to Damion. Agthoroth couldn't see me; Maybe Damion wouldn't see me either. I stood in front of Damion, who was panting and whimpering. I kneeled down in front of him, sure that there was something I could do to help him despite the fact that I knew he couldn't see me.

He was shaking. His whole body, a giant tremor. I watched him as his cries and pants became more pronounced. I reached out to touch him, testing my boundaries, when he snapped his head to look at me. I screamed, and landed back on my butt, my arms raised in defense as I listened to Damion belt out a deep throated, heavy laugh.

I watched as he shook more, and listened as I heard his bones break and shift into a new form. His eyes glowed red as he turned from the boy that sat in front of me to the giant black wolf that attacked me.

I bolted upright, finding myself still in the infirmary. I was panting and shaking, still unsure about what I just witnessed. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to adjust to the sudden light in the room when I heard Jason speak, "Gill," I opened my eyes, "What happened? Are you okay?" I looked into his eyes, full of concern and fear.

My mouth went dry, unsure about what I had to say. I didn't remember telling Jason about why those things attacked me; He didn't know anything. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to satisfy my need for air, when someone pressed a bottle of water into my hand. I look over and see Doc, who is taking my vitals the second I take the water bottle.

"Heart rate elevated, blood pressure is up. Sounds like you've been running. Did you have a nightmare?" I looked at Doc, still unable to speak. Nodding, I took the cap off of the water bottle and took a sip, my mouth thanking me.

"I need to speak to Dom," I whispered, my voice hoarse. Doc nodded at me, and left the room, leaving Jason and I alone. I took another swig of my water and laid back down, wondering where Kitty went. My head started to pound.

"What happened, Gill?" I looked over at Jason, who was now sitting in the chair beside me. It felt like I had just got here, except, this time, I was in a different kind of pain.

"I don't know," I said, looking away, not ready to talk to him about his dead mate. I swallowed, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes again. Geez, why was I crying over this? Jason and I weren't mates!

Jason sighed and took my hand, sending a wave of warmth up my arm. My headache went away instantly, and I felt my panic subside. I looked at Jason, shocked, wondering how he just did that. His face was still, his eyes on mine. How could he not feel what I just felt?

Jason went to open his mouth to speak when Dom came into the room with Doc right behind him. "Gill," I sat up, letting go of Jason's hand, and swung my leg over the side of the bed. Jason stood, ready to catch me if I fell, but I found my feet and was able to stand without stumbling.

"The demon's name is Agthoroth," I whispered, my mouth going dry the second the name was out of my mouth. It flew around the room, finally resting on the shoulders of everyone, "Damion summoned him here. Killed four people to summon him. Damion wanted Agthoroth to use him as a vessel, but it said that Damion couldn't hold him," I looked at Dom, feeling sick. "He called Damion a human," I felt my body shake slightly at the image forming in my head of Agthoroth.

Dom sighed, "Damion was a human," Dom looked at me, his eyes a light shade of purple, "We found him just outside the barrier, almost dead. Doc fixed him up and we gave him shelter," Dom looked to Doc, who looked down at his shoes.

"Yeah, well Agthoroth turned Damion into a demon wolf, which is why his eyes are red, and why he can transform into a wolf. I saw it. All of it," I braced myself against the wall, feeling weak again. My heart pounded in my ears as I listened to my wolf howl. I felt myself start to fall backwards when Jason caught me by the waist. Dom looked at me, his face blanketed in fear. "Damion summoned that Demon here," I said, leaning my head back on Jason's shoulder, allowing the warmth of his touch to make it's way up my waist and across my skull, my skin singing with his touch.

"Why would Damion do that? Why would he summon a demon here?" Doc looked out the door, visibly fighting the urge to go into the room that held Damion and question him. I straightened up and leaned away from Jason, finally able to see and breathe without wanting to die. I looked back at him--again--trying to see if he felt the same thing that I did. His eyes gave him away; he felt everything. Jason looked away quickly and cleared his throat. I looked back at Doc and Dom, waiting for some kind of word.

"I'm going to contact the Council again. Fraywood is going to have to come here and handle this." Dom rubbed his face with frustration and left the room. Doc looked from Jason to me, and then left behind Dom.

I took a step away from Jason, trying to put some distance between us. "I'm going to go to my room," I said, my back turned to him. Jason didn't stop me or try to say anything to me before I left. I walked, alone, to my room, and collapsed on my bed.

None of this made any sense. None of the stuff with Jason made sense, and none of the stuff with Damion made sense. Literally nothing made sense. All I knew was that all of this was connected, and I was sure that this demon, Agthoroth, had something to do with my mother's disappearance. I rubbed my face. What did this demon want with me?

"Well yeah, but that was easy. Oh, hey Gill," I looked up and smiled at Bane and Angel, who followed closely behind him, "You good? You weren't in class this morning, and I didn't see you or Jason go to training," I looked over at the clock and sat right up.

It was 4 PM. I literally wasted the entire day. "Yeah," I said, not looking at either boy, "I was sick. I didn't realize I missed so much of the day." I got to my feet, a new wave if dizziness taking over me, and sat back down.

"Maybe you should get under the covers? I can bring you some soup and tea? Maybe that will help you feel better?" Bane put his hand to my forehead, acting like a mother hen, which made me smile.

"It's okay, Bane. I'm sure I just need to sleep it off. I'm not sure if Doc is going to let me train tomorrow or not, but I'm going to try to go to class if I feel up to it," I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my face, and kicked off my shoes. Angel helped me up and put me to bed. "Well, I'm still going to bring you something to eat. Can't have you wasting away to nothing. You barely weigh anything as it is." Bane mumbled, making Angel snicker.

I thanked the boys, and laid my head down on the pillow. My eyes were getting heavy as I heard the shower come on. Angel sat on Bane's bed, reading through the first book he could pick up. I closed my eyes, knowing that I wasn't going to sleep right away. My eyes just refused to stay open.

A knock came to the door seconds later, and it opened.

"Hey, Jase, what's up?" I felt Jason enter the room and stand over me. I tried to breathe normally, and it not give away that I wasn't sleeping. I heard Jason sigh.

"I just wanted to make sure she was okay," Jason whispered, pulling the blanket up to my shoulder. I swallowed and rolled onto my back, passing out quickly after that.

Next thing I know, Bane's alarm clock is going off. My eyes shot open, and looked at the alarm clock. It was 8 AM. I just slept for the last 16 hours. I sat up, my head feeling fuzzy, and watched as Bane fumbled to turn off the alarm clock with a groan. I groan in response and get up, throwing the blanket off of me. I got ready in a rush and ran out of the room for class, not wanting to miss two days in a row. I got to class, sat beside Angel, who looked at me weird, and started working.

Noon time hit and we all filed in to eat something before training. I grabbed a sandwich and went to sit beside Jason, who was with Angel and Bane.

"So, did you hear?" I look at Angel and shook my head. I was still trying to regain some sort of consciousness. "Will's going to be here tomorrow. You're finally going to have an actual instructor," I smiled at Angel, and nodded.

"Awesome. Can't wait." I said, my voice small. I look to Jason, who hasn't said a word this whole time, and who also refuses to look at me. I shrug it off and eat the rest of my sandwich. When everyone is getting ready to leave for training, Jason grabs me by the arm and pulls me aside. I look at him, confused.

"I don't think you should train today," He pulled his hand away quickly, cutting off the tingles and shocks going up my arm.

"Why not?" I crossed my arms. I wanted to train today. I didn't train yesterday, so I was going to today. Jason's eyes swept the room, trying to look anywhere else but me, shifting from one foot to the other. He looked really uncomfortable, and I didn't know why. I rolled my eyes and punched him right in his shoulder. Jason stumbled back, not expecting the blow, and stared at me shocked.

"What was that for?" He asked, rubbing his shoulder. I rolled my eyes again and sighed with frustration. Why was he acting like this.

"Look, I know that your mate was killed a year ago, and that what you're going through is hard, but that doesn't mean you can't look at me in the eye when I'm talking to you. I asked you a question, and instead you're looking everywhere else but at me," I walked closer to him, and watched as he froze in place, "Unless you're going to tell me why the hell you want me to skip training today, then no. I will not be skipping." I whispered, so close to him that I could hear his heart beat hammering against his chest.

Jason tried to look away again, but I jabbed him in the other shoulder, "Geez will you stop!" He rubbed his other shoulder and looked at me with a sigh, "I'm just concerned about your health. You were sick yesterday--,"

"I wasn't sick. I don't know what was wrong with me, Kitty said something about the rejection process, but if that were true then I would be even worse today. But here I am. I'm just fine. I don't know what happened, but it sure as hell isn't going to stop me from training," I crossed my arms and watched Jason's face, which went from concerned to confused.

"Why would you be going through the rejection process? That doesn't make any sense." I shrugged, not knowing the answer to his question.

"You're asking the wrong person, Jason." I mumbled, stepping back from him. Jason sighed again and rubbed his face.

"I still don't think you should train. Just in case," I groaned, starting to feel angry.

"You know what, fine, if you won't train me, then I will find someone that will until that guy gets here," I turned from Jason and started down the hallway to my room. I walked in the room and slammed the door behind me, ignoring the looks that Bane gave me as I tore open the closet looking for a clean pair of shorts. I really needed to do some laundry.

"Gill?" I continue to tear through my closet, finding what I needed and took off for the bathroom. "Everything okay?" Bane asked as I walked passed him.

"Just fine!" I yelled, slamming the door to the bathroom. I dressed quickly and went back in the room to get my shoes on. I was about to leave when Bane grabbed me by the shoulders from behind, turned me around, guided me back to my bed and sat me down.

"Will you stop for a second?" I struggled under Bane's strength, trying to get free.

"Let me go, Bane. I'm going to train." I struggled more, wanting to get out of this room and the house. I needed to run. I needed to do something.

"Just hold on for a second, Gill. You had a rough day yesterday, no one would blame you if you didn't train today. You should probably just take it easy," I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"So Jason has you in on it too? What does everyone think I'm fragile or something?" I went to push Bane, his midsection open, but he pushed me back before I could. I got up and started for the door again, but Bane grabbed me around the waist, trapping my arms at my sides and held me off the ground. I was kicking and struggling to get out of his hold, but it was no use. The more I moved, the tighter he held me.

"Jason doesn't have me in on anything. I'm concerned for your health and wellbeing," Bane grunted and held me tighter.

"Let me go!" I kicked him in the knee, almost sending him to the floor, "Bane I can't breathe!" He loosened his grip, but didn't let me go. I breathed in some much needed air and kicked him in the knee again, sending Bane to the floor. I wiggled out of his hold and went for the door. Bane was up in a flash, out of breath, and grabbed my arm before I could leave the room.

"Gill, stop, please," I looked at Bane, his purple eyes staring right through me, but his strength had weakened. I yanked my hand out of his hold and left the room, keeping my eyes on the ground as I walked.

I made it to the living area and found that no one was there. I sighed with relief. I wouldn't have to tell anyone that I was going to train, and I wouldn't have to deal with anyone judging me for wanting to train. I ran out the door and made my way to the trail head, thankful for the fresh air in my lung and the new soreness of my body. I pumped my legs and was able to keep a consistent speed as I ran Jason's and my normal route.

When I finished, everyone was filing into the gyms to practice sparring or their abilities. I stood there, knowing that I couldn't practice my abilities yet, and it was hard to spar no one. I swallowed, and wiped the sweat off my forehead with a sigh. I didn't find anyone to train with me; so my day was done.

I was about to head back to the house when I heard someone sigh from behind me. I turned around and saw Jason, looking at me like I was an i***t, with his arms crossed. "Couldn't find anyone to train with you?" He asked, his voice annoyed.

"I didn't really get a chance to ask anyone," I said, defensive. Jason rolled his eyes at me, and went inside the gym that we usually used to spar. I followed behind him as he opened up the door and went inside. Everyone else must have been in a different part of the building, because the room we went into was completely empty. Jason turned to me, and came right after me.

"What the hell?!" I yelled, dodging his attack, "What's gotten into you?!" I went to jab him in the shoulder, but he caught my fist in his palm, sending a shockwave through my body.

"I'm completely fine. Shut up and fight," He said, his eyes becoming a stronger shade of purple. I swallowed, feeling my own power wash over me. Last time I was in a fight, I almost killed the person I was fighting. I didn't want hurt Jason.

Jason pushed my fist out of his palm and attacked again. I didn't have time to think, I just dodged. I was able to get behind him and land a kick to the back of his knee, which sent him down to the floor, allowing me to send another jab to his shoulder. Jason groaned, swiveled on his knee and tried to take out my legs from underneath me.

I jumped, narrowly missing his leg. Jason got up, his knee bleeding from a scrape he got from the floor. We didn't set out mats, so we were working with the hard gym floor. If either of us landed on our backs, pinned, it wasn't going to feel good.

Panting, I stood my ground, trying to not look as panicked as I felt. Jason cracked his knuckles, waiting for me to do something.

That's when I felt him for the first time, digging around in my head, trying to figure out what I was thinking. I shook my head distracted for half a second. In that half a second, Jason collided with my waist and took me to the ground. I hit his shoulders, and anywhere else I could reach, but Jason just took my wrists and pinned my arms beside my head. He kneeled beside me, breathless. I went to kick him, trying to figure out how to get free, but he just took his leg and pinned my legs to the cold gym floor. Stars danced around my vision at his touch. The back of my head throbbed against the gym floor as I groaned and closed my eyes.

I lost.

Jason let me go, leaving me feeling empty. I sat up to watch him stand and start to leave the gym. I got up and ran after him, my body protesting and grabbed his shoulder. He winced under my touch, and turned around.

His face was angry and upset at the same time. I swallowed and shrank back, trying to be submissive, "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier," I whispered, feeling small in Jason's shadow. His eyes softened.

"It doesn't matter. You're going to have a new instructor tomorrow anyways, so you don't have to worry about training with me anymore. I just hope you listen to Will better than you listen to me," Jason turned away from me and left the gym, leaving me alone. I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing now what Jason meant.

I felt exhausted. My body felt like it was going to fall apart on the ground. I pushed myself so hard today that I didn't even take into consideration that I didn't train at all yesterday; I should have taken it easy. My head throbbed as I left the gym, the afternoon light hurting my eyes as I walked back to the house.

I went straight to my room and landed face down on my bed with a groan. I heard Bane come in, with Angel behind him, but neither of them said two words to me. I looked at them, but both of them ignored me as I laid there. Finally, I sat up, and tapped Bane on the shoulder. He turned to me, his face set.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I was upset, and I took it out on you. I didn't mean to do it, and I promise I will try to never do that again," I looked down at my shoes, feeling totally defeated. I was about to turn around and lay back on my bed when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Bane smiling at me.

"Apology accepted, Gill." Bane captured me in a bone crushing hug, letting me go after a minute and went back to doing what he was doing. I looked at Angel, who gave me a weak smile.

"You should really listen to people when they tell you things, you know that right?" I sighed at Angel and nodded.

"I was never good at that. I'll work on it," I said, sitting back down on my bed. Angel nodded and smiled wider at me.

"That's all I ask," Bane and him left the room, probably to get something to eat, leaving me alone.

I laid down on my bed and rubbed my face. I would have to apologize to Jason again, but chances were he wouldn't accept the apology. He looked really upset when he left the gym. I sighed, and decided to give him time. I knew where to find him if I needed him. I sighed and rolled over onto my side, closing my eyes. I couldn't sleep, but closing my eyes would help the headache that I had developed after I had my head slammed against the floor of the gym.

A knock came to the door just as I was falling into a light sleep, sending me right back to consciousness. I stood up and answered the door to find Jason on the other side with a plate of food and a water bottle. I looked at him, surprised, as he held out the plate of food for me to take. I took it, and the water bottle, trying to figure out what to say.

"I figured you didn't want to come out so I thought I would bring you some food. You shouldn't skip meals." He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and rocked back on his heels.

"Thanks, Jason." I said, my stomach growling. I didn't realize how hungry I was after everything.

"Don't mention it. I'll see you later," He whispered as he turned and walked away from me. I looked after him.

"Jason," He turned to face me, as I stood half way out of my room with the plate still in my hand.

"I really am sorry. I should have listened," I said, swallowing my pride. I felt my heart start to pound faster as he stared at me. After a minute of standing in the middle of the hall, he nodded at me.

"Okay. See you," I felt my heart break as he turned and walked all the way down the hallway, towards the living area and everyone else. I closed my eyes, my head ache getting worse and my stomach feeling like it was eating itself.

With a sigh, I went back into my room, shutting the door behind me softly, feeling more worse than when I first came here.