What Happened to my face
980 Words
"You’re fully aware this pack needs an heir. Clara gave me what you failed to.”
"It's your ill luck, Ivy. Damian needs an heir urgently, and he can't just sit back and wait for you to be fruitful," her mother-in-law, Sarah, spat. "The world doesn't revolve around you. You've had a year to bear fruit, and what do you have to show for it? NOTHING."
"She lacks strength." “She is unable to provide him with a child.” “Clara is perfect.”
“…I, Alpha Damian Blackwood, officially reject Ivy as my Luna.”
"Damian, no… no… you mustn't—”
Her voice cut through her foggy mind like a knife, and Ivy's eyes fluttered open, but they were met with an inky darkness that seemed to swallow everything.
She tried to lift her hands to touch her face, but there was this numbness she felt, as if her face were wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. As she raised her hand, a sharp pain shot through her head, making her wince in pain.
'What's happening? Where am I? Why can't I see anything?' Ivy thought.
She refused to back down, and she raised her hand again, ignoring the sharp pain as she reached for her face. Yet the feeling she was expecting didn't come. Instead, her fingers grazed a thick layer of bandages, covering her face like a mask.
'My... my face... Why can't I feel my face?' She asked herself.
Panic set in as Ivy's mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. She tried to recall how she had gotten there, but her memories were hazy and unclear.
Fragments of what happened at the party and her argument with Damian echoed in her mind, but what happened after that was a blur. She attempted to sit down, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back into the pillow.
She attempted to speak but her voice came in short gasps. She tentatively reached up to touch her face again, but still nothing. She still couldn't feel her face.
'What had happened to me? Why can't I feel my face? Am I dead?' These questions swirled in her mind, making her head spin.
Just then, she heard footsteps approaching and heard a voice calling out to her faintly, "Ivy? Ivy, can you hear me?"
That voice... It sounded familiar.
"T-Tyson?" Ivy called out, but couldn't even hear the sound of her own voice. Her throat felt so dry and parched, making it hard for her to say a word.
"Ivy, thank goodness. You're finally awake." Tyson's voice rang out louder this time and washed over her as Ivy's mind struggled to clear the fog in her head. She tried to speak again, but her voice was barely a whisper. Tyson's footsteps drew closer, and she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.
"I wish I could hug you right now," Tyson's voice was calm and soothing but Ivy's anxiety spiked.
"Tyson, w-why can't I see you? W-why is everywhere dark?" Ivy managed to force the questions out.
"It's midnight right now, and the lights were turned off so it wouldn't affect your eyes when you eventually wake up, cause you've been sleeping for a long time," Tyson explained.
"W-water, p-please give me wa..ter," Ivy croaked out with her cracked voice.
Tyson left her side and turned on the lamp close to her bed, the yellow light shone dimly in the room. Tyson grabbed a jug from the bedside table and poured water into the glass there. He walked back to Ivy and lifted her head up a little before gently giving her some water. She had a few sips before coughing and choking slightly.
"Where is this?" Ivy asked as she looked around the unfamiliar room.
"You're safe now, Luna, I mean, Ivy. You're at the hospital. You've been hurt, but you're going to be okay."
'Hospital? Hurt?' Ivy asked herself. Then, everything started to come back to her. The arguments... the accident... the explosion.
"Tyson..." Ivy whispered, her voice still barely audible. "What... what happened to me? Why can't I feel my face?"
Tyson gripped her shoulders and hesitated for a moment, before answering her. "You were involved in a ghastly accident, and you were greatly hurt, but as I said earlier, you're safe now. That's what matters."
Ivy's eyes stung with tears as she tried to process Tyson's words.
'Accident. Greatly hurt. To what extent?'
"Why can't I feel my face, Tyson? Why are there bandages on every part of my face?" Ivy's voice trembled as she reached out her hands to touch her face again.
Tyson's hand grabbed her hands, not letting her touch her face again. "Don't worry, Ivy. You're still beautiful." He assured her as he squeezed her hands gently.
That reply sounded evasive. Ivy knew then that something was wrong; this was how her brother spoke out of context whenever he was hiding something.
"Tyson, I don't need a compliment. Just answer the question."
Tyson sighed, still squeezing her hands gently, "Your face is bandaged because you suffered some injuries on your face. But the doctors are taking very good care of you. Let's focus on getting you better, okay?"
"Tyson..."
"Please Ivy. Just rest for now," Tyson cut her off from saying whatever she was about to say. "We'll talk about everything else later."
Ivy's instincts screamed at her that Tyson was hiding something. She tried to pull her hands away from Tyson's hand, but Tyson's grip was firm. "Tyson, tell me what's going on. What happened to my face?" Ivy's voice rose higher, despite her weakness.
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