They Tried to Kill Me. My Family Kills for Less.

My phone slipped from my hand and landed beside my pillow. I no longer had the strength to pick it up. Gareth Blackwood was the Alpha of the Silverpine Pack. He owned shares in this hospital, and the guards outside answered only to him. A young nurse named Emma Carter was stopped at the door by one of Gareth's guards, a bag of blood in her arms. She frantically explained that I was still bleeding and that any further delay would be fatal. The guard glanced toward the elevator but still refused to let her in. Before the elevator doors closed, I saw Violet Shaw leaning against Gareth. He took off his coat, wrapped it around her, and lowered his head to ask how badly she hurt. All she had done was say she had a stomachache. My clothes were already soaked with blood. The silver dust on the glass had suppressed my natural healing ability, and nothing could stop the blood pouring from my wounds. Mates were supposed to be able to feel each other's pain. When I was first lifted into the ambulance, the mark on the side of my neck had burned once before quickly going cold. Gareth had severed the connection. The nurse was still arguing with the guard. I raised one hand toward her with great effort. The moment she saw me, she squeezed past him and hung the blood bag from the IV stand. "Lie still. Don't move." The guard grabbed her arm and tried to drag her out, but she clung to the transfusion line and refused to leave. "If she dies in here, you can explain it to the Alpha!" He released her and stepped outside with his phone. I told the nurse that my family would be here soon. She nodded. "All right. I'll stay with you." The phone by my pillow lit up with a video call from my mother, Seraphina Hawthorne. Emma answered for me and propped the screen where I could see it. "Nora?" The instant I heard my mother's voice, tears spilled down my cheeks. She and Dad were sitting in the back seat of a car. My younger brother, Lucien Hawthorne, twisted around from the front and asked urgently, "What floor are you on?" I told him. Mom asked to speak to Emma, who described my injuries, gave her my room number, and explained that the hospital staff refused to operate on me. Dad pulled out his phone and ordered the family's healers to come at once. Lucien told the driver to go faster, then asked the nurse who had given the order. When she gave him Gareth's name, Lucien typed it into his phone. Then he asked for the name of the guard outside. He had always been like this. Whenever someone bullied me, he wrote down their name first. Within a few days, even that person's friends would cross the street to avoid me. The nurse said she didn't know the guard's name, so Mom told her to focus on taking care of me. Lucien lifted his head, his voice softening again. "Nora, we're already on our way. Listen to the nurse and don't move." We had planned to have dinner as a family that evening. I had booked a restaurant and bought Mom a scarf, but Gareth said he had to accompany Violet. He told me to entertain them myself and not interfere with his important business. He treated me badly, but I'd never let my family know. When Dad offered to send guards to me, I turned him down. I was afraid that if they learned the truth, they would simply take Gareth away. Now all I wanted was for their car to go faster. The call was still connected when Gareth returned. He saw the bag of blood on the IV stand and frowned. Emma stepped in front of my bed at once. "At least let a doctor remove the glass first. She won't stop bleeding." "A doctor will come." He ordered the guard to take Emma away, then picked up my phone. At the door, she caught hold of a doctor who had just arrived. The doctor tried to enter but was blocked by the guard too. Mom called out Gareth's name from the screen. "Let the doctor save her." He ended the call and put the phone on a cabinet beyond my reach. "Stop running to your family to complain over every little thing. I'm here now, aren't I?" He pulled up a chair and took my hand. I instinctively squeezed his hand, thinking that he had finally agreed to let the doctor save me. Instead, he told me I had to agree to one thing first. "Violet needs a kidney transplant. Yours is a perfect match. They'll do both operations at the same time."