(Author’s POV)
As the clock strikes seven in the morning, Elio, who too hasn’t slept all night, ca to visit Myra. He was feeling guilty all along for not being there when his Brother and his love interest need him the most. So, the whole night, he twisted and turned in his bed but just like others in the mansion, wasn’t able to get a wink of sleep.
But he was too afraid to go and see Myra and face her. The story he had heard last night from Nora’s mouth told him that Myra probably isn’t going to react in a very affectionate and friendly way regarding their origin. It would be a miracle if she doesn’t hate them for all this ss. It was only natural to be honest.
But his patience snapped at so point, his urge to see Myra one more ti overpowered his fear. With a restless face, he looked himself in the mirror and cleaned up thoroughly not wanting to show his haggard appearance.
It was seven in the morning and with almost asured steps, he made his way towards Myra’s room. Reaching her room, he stood by her door, his hand grabbing the doorknob but he stood there for a brief mont, without twisting it.
Suddenly, the door opened from inside, catching him off guard and he stumbled forward slightly.
The nurse who was awake the whole night and tending to Myra, wanted to take a small break so she made her way and unlatched the door to found a sturdy and powerful figure staggering forwardly in her direction. She froze completely and closed her eyes for the impact.
But Elio, with his agility and quick reflexes avoided her with precision and stood straight, asking, "What are you doing?" He was so embarrassed that he said whatever ca to his mind first.
The nurse beca extrely vigilant, listening to the striking and commanding tone and opened her eyes in a flash. She found Elio standing there, seed awkward at the first glance. She simply replied to his earlier question, tucking a strand of her auburn lock behind her ear, "Alpha Elio, I was just about to take a break. What made you co here so early in the morning?" As she completed her sentence, her cheeks went faintly flushed as she waited for his reply.
"Ahhhhhh, I~ I ca here. Ummm, I ca here to check up on my sister and see if her friend is alright or not." Elio fumbled with his alphabets. "Ummm, Lana, right?"
"Yes, Alpha Elio" her voice pitched up in a shrill but she composed herself very quickly, ’He knows my na? The ELIO EVERESTS knows my na’ she was jumping and sumrsaulting inside her fantasy filled mind.
Elio was a proud student of Dr. Greg Andrew and Lana Swiss was an ordinary nurse in the pack hospital. They both rarely had any encounter with each other, if at all. So, it was astonishing and mindboggling for young Lana to know that her long ti crush knew of her existence.
"How’s the patient fairing?" Elio’s eyes followed where Myra was sleeping soundly accompanied by his sister who too was fast asleep with her hair all over the place.
Lana, pulled herself out of her ntal world, straightened her back as her professionalism kicked in, "Physically, the patient is fine and should be waking up any minute. Regarding her ntal state, once she wakes up, we’ll know."
Elio nodded in agreent. He then looked at Lana, "You were about to go and rest. You may leave, I will be here."
Lana was unwilling to leave, "It’s okay. I will look after the patient well. You don’t seem to be in good health; let take your pulse."
Elio tousled his chocolate shaded curly locks lazily, "No need for that. You too have taken care of my sister and her friend all night. You should rest." Elio politely declined.
Lana was so star struck by his srizing ssy hair and his movents that she didn’t hear anything. "Alpha Elio, please take a seat. It will only take a minute" Her voice sounded stern.
Elio resigned and didn’t wanted to say anything more, took a seat on the couch with his legs crossed elegantly.
Lana Swiss, who was standing there, gestured for him to extend his hand. He called out, "You should take a seat and then check."
Taking note of his kind words, Lana lowered her head bashfully as her reply ca in a cutesy tone, "Okay."
Elio’s whole focus was on Myra, so he didn’t notice the change of Lana’s tone. He kept on sneaking glances towards Myra. Leo licked his lips, comnting, ’It’s good that Myra is fine. Hope, when she wakes up nothing changes.’ Elio sighed at his wolf’s words.
Lana held his wrist firmly, her heart racing a mile a minute. She kept on licking her slightly chapped lips nervously with her head still lowered, because she knew her face must be in a shade of beetroot red.
Pressing her index and middle finger, she checked up on his heart rate, it was ticking abnormally. ’Is it my heart beat or is it his?’
Clearing her throat, she mumbled, "Ummm ehem, you must have been tired and not slept well, your heart rate is quite frantic and lively."
Elio nodded, "Yes. Now, if you have taken my pulse. You may go and take a rest." His tone was filled with insistence.
Lana paused but followed his orders. She got up, bowed her head respectfully, turned and left the room. Her ears buzzing with Elio’s concern infused words. She thought, he was taking care of her and started blushing again.
anwhile, inside the bedroom, Elio stood near Myra’s bed, looking at her frail figure his heart ached. He then glanced at his sister and her disheveled state. He walked straight to her side and very carefully gathered her long hair and settled them properly, without waking her up.
He wanted to wait there but a sudden mind link call ca through, "Elio, we need to go the pack hospital." He chewed his inner mouth and replied, "I will be right there."
With a wry smile and helpless expression, he left the premises.
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The morning sun was shining brightly in the sky, spreading its natural glow to the silhouettes of a tiredly asleep Nora who was holding Myra’s hand firmly.
Near about half an hour or so, the caretaking nurse knocked gently and entered the room and saw the girls still deep in their slumber and she sighed in relief.
She checked Myra’s vitals which were mostly stable, but on further notice she saw Myra’s forehead was glistened with sweat beads and her closed eyes also wrinkled in a frown, as if she was feeling uncomfortable sowhere. Lana wiped clean her sweaty temple with a clean cloth with practice and precise.
Myra’s sleep was broken by the touch and she slightly opened her eyes with a squint. Trying to make out, who was standing in front of her. Her eyes felt a bit swollen and bloated which made her eyes blur.
She was parched and her voice ca out all too hoarse, "ehhhhhehhmmm." She tried to get up on her own but very surprisingly her spine felt like it was between a rock and a hard place. It was an excruciating pain from the hit last night.
The nurse held her firmly and efficiently, angled the pillow thodically to settle her in a comforting position. Myra was confused at who she was, her mind all jumbled up by this newcor.
The nurse, Lana Swiss, handed her a glass full of lukewarm water which she was about to take it and tried to extend her hand but realized that sothing was holding onto her.
She tilted her head with great discomfort and saw Nora sleeping in a sitting position, with her head near Myra’s hand.
She narrowed her eyes at the scene, wondering why Nora was beside her and who the other lady was. It took a good few minutes for her to comprehend last night’s peril. As soon as she rembered what happened, she withdrew her hand imdiately.
With the abrupt movent, Nora was startled and she sat erect all at once, her hair flying everywhere. She looked more and more disoriented because of the lack of sleep and anxiety.
Nora looked straight at her friend, to find, Myra was already awake and giving her an powerful and instance glare.
Nora beca nervous, but she had to ask the important question first, "Myra, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere, hmmm?"
Myra simply stared at her without blinking, her face revealed none of her emotions. Nora seeing her friend’s unwavering gaze gulped hard, her hand tightly gripping around the sheets.
Lana interrupted, "Ms. Miracle, are you feeling any discomfort?"
Myra gazed sideways at the new face, her voice ice cold, "No, I don’t". Though, she was in a lot of pain, she didn’t want to show it to anyone.
Lana nodded at her response.
Myra again gave Nora a glare, waiting for her to say sothing, anything.
When the later didn’t say anything, her eyebrows creased and she declared, "We need to have a good talk."
Nora pressed her lips together and sighed. She then asked Lana, "Ummmmm, Ms. Nurse, you can go and rest for now. I have already asked the servant to open a guest room for you. We will have a brief chat here."
Lana, taking the hint, nodded, bowed and walked off.
To Be Continued . . . . . . .
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