A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 47

I sighed and looked down at Geena's face. Her eyes were closed and a small smile as placed on her face. Her head rested against my chest and I couldn't be happier. Well, actually, I could, that's only because I'm in the infirmary.

"Geena?" I asked, watching her open her eyes to look at me.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to kiss you now," I state and bringing my lips down to hers.

Max's POV-

It feels like I've been here for forever. All I see is darkness, an endless void of nothingness. What happened? That's when I heard a voice that pulled me back to reality.

"She has to wake up. She has to," someone said, it sounded pained and forced.

"For one, Max wouldn't want to see you like this. You haven't left this room since you got back here. I'm hurt too, you didn't even stop by to see if I was okay," another voice said.

"I'm sorry Jacob... It's just Max has been in this situation so many times since I met her and she's been out for days," I can only assume Logan mumbled.

"It's okay, Logan. She's gonna wake up. When have you known Max not to fight?"

That seemed to shut Logan up for the time being. I heard him sigh and then move away. He got up and walked away, to where I have no idea. But I couldn't help but think of where I was and what had happened recently.

An obnoxious beeping sound that I just noticed started to beep louder and faster. I tried t open my eyes but it felt like they were cemented shut. I was getting frustrated that I couldn't open my eyes. I gathered up all the strength I had in me, which wasn't a lot at the moment, and forcefully opened my eyes.

The room was dimly lit. I looked around the room and no one was in the room with me anymore and I wondered where Logan went. Did he leave? I tried to sit up, but a pain shot through my shoulder. I winced slightly and gently laid back down.

I tried sitting up again, this time expecting the pain as I did so. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and realized I was in the pack infirmary. There was an IV in my arm, that I casually ripped out and stood up on wobbly legs. I didn't hear anyone come in the room, so I kept attempting to find the door out of here.

I looked up to Logan to find him already looking down at me with his worried golden eyes. We always found ourselves in this position. I was always breaking and he was always trying to fix me. This was fair for him. He deserves better.

"Logan..." I whispered in a croaky voice.

"Shh, go to sleep. I'll take you home. Don't worry," he cooed and I did what he said, I went to sleep.

"Come on, sweetie. Just shoot him and you live," his voice sneered.

"And if I don't?" I dared ask.

"Then I shoot you."

I didn't want to die, not now, not like this. But why didn't I? I've been wanting to die for awhile, so why not now?