Fated but Forgotten

Chapter 17 - Aria

I pressed my eyes shut once more, urging sleep to wash over me once again. Perhaps if I could fall asleep then the dream would return... continue where it had left off, and maybe I could discover who the mystery man had been. The man who had shifted in front of me. Would he reveal himself to me again? I desperately wanted to know who this man was and if I knew him. He felt familiar. I needed to see him. Then I would know. I squeezed my eyes together even tighter, willing the sleep to come. But the harder I tried, the more wide awake I seemed to feel, and the more frustrated I became. It seemed I would not get my answer...

I opened my eyes with a deep sigh, looking up at the ceiling, my mind running over the dream. Trying to relive every aspect. But, I came back to the same thoughts. It was too familiar. Something seemed recognizable about where I was. About the wolf. Like I had been around them before... Those blue eyes... yet my mind did not seem to want to work properly right now, and I clung desperately on the edge, unable to grasp the answers I needed.

Sleep was evidently not going to find me, just as I was not going to find the answers I craved. I leaned over to flick on the lamp, and I edged myself up on the bed, the aching within my body gradually beginning to ease. And, my eyes adjusted to the lights, as they moved around the room. Empty once again.

That odd sense of disappointment rushed over me as I realized he was not here again. The Beta seemed to be avoiding coming to my room now. Or had something happened to him? I could not help but feel a rush of guilt as I pondered over whether me speaking about him had caused this. Because prior to that he had been here without fail. Day and night. Watching over me; almost protectively. Talking incessantly at times, often making little sense, but at the same time, his voice soothing and quite charming... he had sent me to sleep a number of times. But, regardless of any of that, he had failed to return. And I think I was to blame.

The nurse walked into my room, a different one from the previous evening, and smiled sweetly. “Good morning sunshine. How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know.” I admitted, my body still not feeling like my own, and she smiled, as she came and took my blood pressure and did her other regular checks. I was already getting sick of the poking and prodding that happened so frequently whilst lying in the hospital bed. Especially when I still had no actual idea how I had ended up in here.

“Aww, one of those days?” she said whilst writing down the readings. "They should be round with breakfast soon, maybe try and eat a little today?"

I watched her with curiosity. She seemed to know what she was doing, which I guess was a good thing when she was a part of my medical care. I could not help but wonder if she too was a werewolf? Especially after the bizarre dream I had last night. The mention of Alphas previously, combined with talk of packs and, of course, my dream of a shifting man all made me think I was either in a dream, or I was part of their world…but why? Just how hard had I hit my head?

“Do you know how I injured myself?” I asked her, my voice still sounding so foreign to me when I spoke with it being so hoarse.

The nurse looked at me quickly, her brows raised momentarily. Before she smiled, almost a sad smile, then she slowly shook her head. “I am unsure to be honest.” She mumbled, and the way her eyes seemed to be avoiding mine was telling me she likely did know more, but had been advised not to tell me. Was that because I had panicked when they had informed me of my parents? Were they suddenly keeping information from me? Could they even do that?

I found my eyes narrowing suspiciously as I looked now at the nurse through new eyes. Maybe she wasn’t so good. Maybe there was nobody here I could trust after all. Just as I thought. “Unsure?” I questioned. “None of you know?” I probed.

The nurse chewed her lower lip, maybe anxiously, I was unsure, but she gradually raised her gaze to meet mine, before smiling that same sad, or was it a sympathetic smile? “We simply took charge of our care when you came into us. We did not find you so no, it is not for us to say what happened. We are here to treat you.” and she quickly made her escape from my room like she was rushing from something of grave danger.

That seemed like an odd answer, or at least to me it did. So, yes, I think it was safe to say they were now hiding things from me, and I don’t think I liked it. But, the question was, why did they feel the need to hide things from me, and what did that mean for me now? I was in the care of people I could not trust and did not know what to do. I had nobody to call upon for help. And I felt well and truly trapped.

My body sagged back onto the cushions upon my bed, as my eyes moved once more around the now empty room, and found myself wishing once again that the Beta was here. Well, firstly, I wished I was back home, but that seemed to be something that was never going to happen, but when looking at things that were possible, I missed the Beta. His stern gaze from the foot of my bed...

Who would have thought that would happen? Ever since I had awoken from being unconscious, his presence had unsettled me and made me nervous; but now I felt I needed it. It made such little sense to me, but it was true, and that was simply because he was the only one around that seemed willing to talk. Yet now he seemed to have disappeared. So, where did that leave me?