Witchery

Chapter 3

How am I feeling? It is a good question. I feel so tired, but I don’t feel cold anymore. I feel fresh and clean. And… and safe. Safe with him. I suddenly can’t help but smiling. 

“Never been better” I whisper. He chuckles at that, even though a dark cloud comes into his eyes. He shakes his head. 

“I’ll make sure you soon feel even better. Charlot will help of course, she knows more of medical stuff than I do. And except for Charlot, I have my best team of doctors here to look at you as well. They should actually be here soon, since you have woken up. Oh and…” He hesitates for a bit “I’ll have some security in here at all times as well. Because of, you know, where I found you and all.”

I nod, opening my mouth to ask him what kind of security he means, but my throat is so dry, I cough instead. Charlot immediately pass me a bottle of water, and I thankfully drink the entire content in a few goes. This has Adriel chuckling a bit. Lucas also adds, with a raised eyebrow, that he would love to see me down tequila shots sometime, which has Adriel sending him annoyed looks. I can’t help but laugh a bit myself, letting this feeling of relief, safety and… happiness? Yes, that is certainly a happy feeling - overflow me. 

I remember my earlier question and turn back to Adriel.

“What kind of security do you mean?” 

“I’ll either be here myself, have Lucas watch you” – Lucas, once again, raises his eyebrow on that remark – “Or I’ll have my little sister taking care of you. Don’t worry, it’ll only be the same few people, we will do our very best to help you adjust.” 

I nod “Thank you.” It is like he understands all my needs, without me articulating a thing. 

I am just about to ask another question, when the door out of the room opens up and a doctor comes in. 

“Hello, I am doctor Sunday Meyer.” She says. She has dark skin and is also wearing typical, white hospital working gear, her black hair almost covered entirely by a plastic hat. However, a few bouncy curls are rigidly sticking out. 

“I am happy you are awake. I have to check a few things before I can leave you to get on with your day.” She says this in a polite, however amused, tone, as if though “my day” won’t be much fun. She is probably right, though. 

She checks the different machines ploughed in, shines a light in my eyes, test my blood pressure, which is a bit too low, pulse, and blood sugar, and some other things I don’t really understand, before handing me some pills, turning out to be both morphine and antibiotics. She gives me a big glass of water along with the pills, helping me to take them all now. She also directs that, since both pills are hard on my stomach, I need to eat mostly fluent food, especially milk products. I have to take the pills three times a day. While giving these directions, she helps me sit up, Adriel not moving an inch from me bed. It is like his presence alone let me relax, and it doesn’t feel as hurtful for me to sit up. Charlot even helps me to some yoghurt. I hadn’t noticed my rumbling stomach. The Warlock never bothered feeding me more than what would barely keep me alive. 

“You had lost a lot of blood when they found you, but you already had two successful blood transformations.” Doctor Meyer scribbles down a few things on her notepad and looks up when Adriel casually asks:

“When can she be released from here, Doc?” It sounds like they have known each other for a long time. I’ll have to ask about that at one point I silently note to myself. 

“Hmm, I’ll guess one or two weeks, then she’ll definitely be both walking and bored to death over these white walls” Doctor Meyer answers with a grin, gesturing to the bare, white walls in my room. She sends a smile in my direction, before slightly bowing her head to Adriel, then leaving the room with Charlot. 

I am now left with only Lucas and Adriel, Lucas suddenly also getting up without any words being uttered. Adriel watches his Beta goes, before turning to me again, a more serious expression on his face. 

“Listen, I know this is all a lot for you, and let us just take one step at a time. For example, Charlot told me, you can’t remember your own name. So, I was thinking two things. Firstly, we need to decide on something to call you, and I thought you might want a say in that. And secondly, I think, we should work on retrieving your lost memories. What do you think about that?” 

I am a bit stunned. I thought he might wanted to ask me who did these things to me or more about my origins, however he might have decided that it would be a bit too much for me right now. I slowly nod. 

“I would like to retrieve my lost memories… Or I think I would at least.” I look uncertainly at him. 

“How… much do you actually remember? Charlot said you don’t really know anything.” He carefully says, clearly fearing it is a painful subject. 

“Not much” I admit. “Actually… I only remember something like the last two weeks of my life. Everything before… before is totally dark.” I look down, but he puts his hand under my chin and lifts my head up. 

“I am here to help you. Please know I’ll do anything for you. You are my fated mate, and I know you’ve felt it too. Although,” a nervous laugh escapes his throat, “I am not sure, you actually know what it means. Charlot also told me you don’t know anything of our werewolf legacy.”