The Lost Luna’s second chance

10: A CONFRONTATION.

LYCAN PRINCE LEO GOULD.

I reached the hospital in no time and didn’t even bother to check in with Sandra at the desk. I headed straight for her room. I made it to the door, but didn’t manage to open it before Uncle Jack stopped me. “Sorry, but she’s not allowed visitors at the moment,” he said, his hand loosely grabbing my arm. I couldn’t believe it. I had waited all this time to see her, and now he was telling me that I couldn’t. “On whose orders?” I asked, pretty sure that I already knew the answer. “The King’s orders. He was very clear, he doesn’t want her to have any visitors until we know more about her. The only people allowed inside that room are me, the doctor, and a nurse,” he said, confirming my suspicions.

I wasn’t about to give up that easily, though. “Perhaps a friendly face would help relax her enough to start remembering. Or, maybe seeing the guy who saved her life would jog her memory. Keeping me out of there is a bad idea, surely you can see that, Uncle Jack,” I tried reasoning with him. He smirked a little, clearly amused by my attempts. I could see that my pleas weren’t swaying him, so I switched tactics and tried to play on his emotions instead. “Please, Uncle Jack, I just need to see her, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Can’t you help me out?” I asked. The look on his face told me that he didn’t like having to turn me away. “Look, Leo, I’m sorry, but I have my orders. I can’t disobey my king, not even for you,” he said, his voice gentler now. “Then I guess I will just have to take it up with my father!” I exclaimed, frustrated and angry. He nodded, and I turned and stormed out of the hospital.

I went looking for my father, but he wasn’t in the throne room or his office. I headed up to his quarters to see if he was there. I banged on his door, angry that he had denied me the ability to see her. It didn’t take him long to answer. The first thing that I noticed was that he didn’t seem surprised to see me. “Come in,” he said, walking back into the room. I followed him and was about to speak when I saw the photograph lying on the table. “You were in my room?” I asked. He nodded, “I was looking for you and saw the photograph. I only took it to show Donald. I thought that he might be able to identify the older man and woman,” he explained. For a moment, I forgot why I had even come here. “I had the same thought. So was he able to?” I asked. My father looked a little shifty. “He thinks that the man may belong to one of the nearby packs. That’s all he could tell me, though; he didn’t recognize either of the women,” he said. “Did he say which pack?” I prodded. My father looked annoyed, as though he had hoped I wouldn’t ask that. “Moonlit Sky, but he’s not sure whether he is still living there. He remembered seeing him many years ago,” he replied.

I nodded, thinking quietly for a minute. Then my mind turned back to her, and my anger began to bubble back up. “Why am I being stopped from visiting her in the hospital? Uncle Jack said that it is on your orders,” I demanded. My father’s eyes flashed angrily, as though someone had lit a flame in them. “You may be my son, but you will keep your tone respectful when speaking to your king. Yes, you are correct, I did order that she receive no visitors. I don’t want her memories to be misguided or influenced by anyone trying to help her remember faster. No matter how good their intentions may be,” he stated. I wanted to argue, but his reasons made sense. I would stay away for now, but I would ask Uncle Jack to keep me updated on her progress; he had no orders against that.

LUNA VIOLET JAMES.

I had asked the nurse about my things earlier, assuming that I hadn’t arrived here in a hospital gown. She had told me that it had been taken to be checked for evidence. She had asked what I wanted. I had said that I was hoping to use my phone to listen to music. The doctor mentioned that listening to familiar sounds might shake a memory loose, and that music was particularly helpful for that, as it could bring out certain emotions. She had promised to see what she could do.

I heard voices outside my door; two men were speaking. It sounded like they were almost arguing about me. I couldn’t make it all out, but from what I heard, one of the men was the king’s son, which would surely make him a prince. He mentioned having saved me, and I craned my neck to try to hear more. If only I didn’t have these f*****g handcuffs on. The conversation didn’t last long, and it seemed to end with the prince leaving angry. If anything, I was even more confused now. Why would a prince be interested in visiting me? Had he really saved me? If so, then I wish that I could remember what from.

The nurse arrived before I could spiral into my own thoughts any further. “I couldn’t get your phone, and apparently, it wouldn’t be of much use anyway, as the screen is broken,” she told me, as she placed an old radio on the small table next to the bed. “However, I did manage to get you this. I figured that it’s better than nothing. I found these too. I’m not sure if they’re your kind of thing, but I figured that it was worth a go,” she said, handing me magazines. I looked down at the glossy cover of the fashion magazine on top and chuckled a little. “I’m not sure what my kind of thing is either. I guess there’s only one way to find out,” I said. She smiled and turned the radio on for me. I thanked her, and she left.

I began to leaf through the pages of the magazine, but it didn’t really interest me. I guess fashion isn’t my kind of thing, I thought to myself, closing the magazine and looking at the next one. It was more of a real-life stories kind of magazine. Less flashy, less glossy, more real. I opened it up and began reading about a woman who had been a surrogate for her grandson when her daughter was unable to carry a child. It made me feel warm inside. She had loved her daughter so much that she had sacrificed her own body to give her a baby. It was beautiful. I smiled and relaxed to read a few more stories, though they weren’t all feel-good, with happy endings. There were some terrible ones in there, too. Stories of love gone wrong, abuse, and pain. I didn’t know why, but those stories made something inside me ache.