I Dare You... Reject Me!

Chapter7

Emily Rose POV.

Matt turned his head towards his brother and gave him a hard glare before speaking.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He asked the question again, almost as if he were a wild animal.

He literally snarled, and the sound reverberated through his chest, filling me with dread. I found myself hunched over behind the armchair.

"We were surprised. I was stabbed with a silver knife," Brion replied slowly, watching his brother with caution. I was looking at Brion from my hiding place, feeling pitiful. But I could not help myself. One thing was a massive, enraged man. Wolf was a new level of anxiety.

Every emotion vanished from Matt's face. He looked at Brion as if he had just landed on the moon. He then turned to face me. A shiver ran down my spine, and my heart nearly burst in my chest.

"Do you know how to assist him?" Looking down at me, he inquired. His voice was barely above a whisper, and it terrified me to my core.

"Perhaps," I mumbled carefully, avoiding his gaze. Brion was probably upset with me, but I did not care. His brother was his only hope for recovery. I had to overcome my fear and complete my task.

"What do you require?" He enquired impatiently, clenching his fists, releasing them, and then doing it again. He was clearly attempting to act like a human rather than a beast, which required a tremendous amount of strength from him.

"Your blood and some other stuff," I replied quickly, gaining confidence.

Without hesitation, Matt nodded and sat in the kitchen chair, offering me his arm.

"Let us get this party started."

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I needed nearly an hour to draw two bags of blood from Matt. Because we did not have time for normal travel, he vanished to the nearest town, Rocket Hills. He offered to relocate me with him, but I did not want to leave Brion alone. Matt faced a critical task. Bring the items from the list that I needed to help his brother.

While his sibling worked with syringes, test tubes, bandages, and pipettes, I stayed in the cabin with my handsome patient. I just hoped he could find what he needed. His bachelor's degree in economics was unsettling.

I made a light breakfast for Brion and sat next to him while he ate, paying close attention to his every move. I was prepared to feed him or, at the very least, assist him in holding the tray, but he did not require it. He was stronger than he had been a few hours before. It was peculiar. His wound was still swollen and gleaming with silver. He was, however, functional. He has also been unusually quiet since his brother's departure.

"Are you upset with me?" I inquired, my brow furrowed, as I studied his handsome face.

He just kept eating his muesli, spoon by spoon, without showing any emotion. When he put on a stoic mask, he looked exactly like Matt. I could not find a single difference in their expressions.

"Are you giving me the silent treatment?" I continued, a disappointed tone in my voice.

He shook his head, drank orange juice, and sat on fluffy cushions. I moved him into my bedroom with the help of his brother because my bed was more comfortable than a couch.

Brion objected, but I was unconcerned.

I let out a sigh and took the tray from him. "You can find me in the living room." It could have been his last few hours, and he was acting like a stubborn child.

Matt was in the kitchen, leaning against the fridge, much to my surprise. On the table was most likely everything he could find in the lab.

"Is it all right?" He pointed to the items, which I quickly checked. He had everything.

"Perfect!" I clapped my hands enthusiastically. "I can begin right away."

He nodded and stood next to me, watching me as I drew a syringe. "I need to go back to the pack," he said, his face solemn. "Call me when you finish this. I would like to be there."

"OK, I will call you," I said, not really paying attention to him. I was already planning out everything I had to do.

"Emily!" I winced as he yelled in my ear. I locked my gaze on his angry brown eyes, giving him a hard glare of my own. "I really mean it!" He yelled, but I was unconcerned.

"Me too," I retorted, keeping eye contact with him, and he smirked. With that devilish smile on his face, he appeared very frightening.

"If you say my name three times in a row, I will appear in front of you." I raised my eyebrows as he lectured in hushed tones to me like I was a child. "Just do not yell." He winked at me and then vanished into thin air before I could say anything.

Asshole!

I got to work right away. The doctor's instructions were detailed and explained everything, so I knew what I was doing. It made complete sense. The concept was similar to bone marrow transplantation. I needed to inject Matt's blood into Brion's body in the hopes that his healing abilities would kick in and he would recover. There was nothing certain. If his body rejects the transfusion, he could die.

With trembling hands, I inserted the last drop of saline solution into the syringe and rose from my chair. I completed the task.

"Is it finished?" When Matt spoke from behind me, I jolted and almost dropped the needle.

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed the crowd. With my hand on my chest, I yelled. My heart was about to burst. "Stop doing it!"

He grinned. Jerk purposefully did it!

"I am sorry, but I am not sorry." "Are you finished?" I nodded as he pointed his long finger at the blood bags.

"Yes," I confirmed, watching him take a deep breath. I saw fear and uncertainty in his eyes. Despite his heinous behaviour, he adored his brother and was terrified that our little experiment would fail.

"Then let us get this over with," he said as he walked out of the kitchen in long strides.

I took the bags from the table slowly and followed him into my room. Brion was sleeping peacefully when I checked on him. I wanted to give them some space to talk, but when I walked in, they both raised their eyebrows at me.

"How long did it take you?" Matt inquired, but Brion cut him off in a flash with a low growl. His protectiveness made me almost smile.

"Just do your thing," Matt grumbled as he rolled his eyes and turned his back on me.

I took a seat next to the bed and began working. Before I let the blood into Brion's system, I double-checked everything. We were all watching intently as the red liquid quickly passed through the tube and into his arm vein.

Matt broke the silence after nearly four minutes of silence. Despite the fact that almost the entire bag of blood was inside Brion's body, nothing changed.

"Do you notice a difference?" He inquired, impatiently staring at his brother, hoping for a positive response. But Brion only shook his head and said, "No."

"Patience," I said quietly, my heart pounding somewhere in my throat. "It is not much worse. This should be a good omen."

"I have a meeting," Matt grumbled, his gaze fixed on his expensive gold watch. "Call me if anything happens," he said, but I could tell he did not want to go.

"Of course," I said, nodding.

He paused for a moment before leaving, as if he had never been there. I simply stood beside the bed.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched the blood slowly move inside the tube.

Something has to give. Brion will be better off as a result of this, right?