Chapter 173
Chapter 173
Sophia’s 6th surgery.
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Everything hurts. I can’t move an inch without feeling like my muscles are being torn apart. I’ve been alone in this room for months now, and all I want is to go home. No, that’s not what I want. I want to see my mom and my dad. I want my brothers to come for me and take me with them.
Every time I open my eyes, I feel like I’m dying, but the peace that is described never comes. I don’t know what I’m doing here or why these people are trying so hard to save what is left of me. I just want the pain to stop.
“Good morning, Sophia,” Dr Galloway walks into my room.
Tears fill my eyes as fear strikes right in the center of my chest. I try to breathe in properly, but the pain doesn’t let me. All I can do is sit here crying like the little weak idiot that I am. She smiles at me and takes a tissue from the pink box my grandmother brought the last time she was here two weeks ago. She rolls the tissue up and catches my tears before letting the ones in my eyes soak up the tissue. She tosses it in the bin and takes a seat beside me.
“Oh, come on, Sophia. Don’t look at me like that,” she laughs. “I know this is difficult for you, but it’s necessary for your recovery. It’s rare for us to be able to use mortal techniques, and well, we’re just having fun.”
I don’t know what to do or say. I’m completely exposed. There’s no one here to help me, and when my grandmother does show up. This woman drugs me up so badly I can’t even speak. My body shakes as I start to cry. She sighs and comes closer.
“This is going to make you stronger,” she says, reaching into her lab coat. “You know,” she clears her throat and stands to go around me. She places a syringe packet on the table and holds up two little vials. “You’re the first to make it this far. Our subjects usually die by the third surgery,” she takes the syringe and pokes it through the top of the vial and then injects it into the second one. “You have been such a good girl, and it hurts me to see you so scared of me. I’m trying to fix you. You were half dead when you came in. You’re welcome.”
“Please,” I shake my head. The movement feels like my muscles are being torn right off my bones.
I begin to cry again as the nurses come into my room. The panic in my body takes over, and the pain stops mattering. I cry out as I try to get them off me. I scream for help at the top of my lungs as they attempt to hold me down. She injects me in my neck, and slowly, my body’s functions stop working.
“You’re still as strong as ever,” she laughs, stepping closer.
I use the last of my strength and swing my arm. My nails get her across the face. She flinches back. Her hand cracks across my face. Hot, blinding pain whips my head away from her. I can’t move anymore, but I can feel everything.
“Bitch,” I sputter as my body relaxes with the drug she just gave me.
“Let’s prep her. Make sure she’s nice and clean,” she orders the other woman in the room with me.
The head nurse looks at me with pity. She only meets my eyes once and then can’t bring herself to look up at me again. The other three don’t even dare. I can hear Dr Galloway giving orders as I am prepared for
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This bitch cuts into me, and I feel everything. Each incision. Every stitch. Every reparation. I feel it all, and I can’t do a single thing about it. I can’t scream. I can’t cry. I can’t move. All I can do is stare up at the pale white light above me. I fall in and out of consciousness, but the pain doesn’t stop. Not until she’s done and I’m taken back to my room, where she finally administers the sedative that knocks me out.
“There is a bruise on her face,” I hear someone growl angrily when I come around again. My heart skips when I see my grandmother Zaraphine arguing with Dr Galloway.
“I know,” she says, putting her hands up in surrender. “You must understand, Major General. Sophia’s reality is not in the present. When she does wake up, she’s afraid. She woke up right after our last surgery and banged her head on the bedside table trying to escape. We had to sedate her so she wouldn’t open up her wound. I am terribly sorry.”
“I fucking hate this place,” my grandmother growls.
“I have to check her,” Dr Galloway says. “And administer her medications. Do I have your permission?”
I try to move, to tell my grandmother not to let her near me, but it’s not use. I’m too far gone. Dr Galloway pulls the blanket back and begins to check my wounds. She’s careful and attentive in front of my grandmother. She smiles at me when she’s done changing my dressings. She administers what I know are the sedatives to keep me from telling my grandmother anything.
“Let me show you something,” she says and covers me with the blanket again. “Your granddaughter is extraordinary.” This catches my grandmother’s attention. She takes a tablet over to her and begins showing her something my grandmother approves of. “The reconstruction of these wounds is coming along perfectly. Her organs are healing better than expected. Because she has yet to shift, the process is taking longer than it should, but the treatment is working.”
“How is she?” she asks. “Do you see her when she’s awake?”
“Yes,” she sighs. “Sophia’s mental state is very fragile. There have been times when she lashes out at the nurses and me, thinking we’re attacking her,” she shows her something on the table again, and my grandmother shuts her eyes as if it pains her to see it. “She attacked me. Despite the pain she’s in constantly, she was able to move enough to attack.”
“I don’t know how to deal with her,” she says and takes a seat. “I don’t know how she’s come this far. The attack, her wounds. They should have killed her. If we hadn’t found the right blood donor-”
“Major General,” Dr Galloway crouches down in front of her the way a real worried doctor does. “Sophia is a very strong girl. I don’t know much about Lycan culture, but as a wolf, I can tell you that she is fighting to be here with you. There is a reason why she’s alive. Your granddaughter is a fighter. She is destined for greatness. I can feel it in my bones.”
“What do you suggest I do?”
“Give her some time, Major General. Sophia has gone through something no one else has ever survived. Her wounds aren’t only physical. She’s lost so much already. You just need to be patient with her. Give her the love and support she deserves. You have a little warrior here,” she looks back at me as the room begins to spin. “I’m not worried at all about her recovery. I know she’s going to pull through. It is the will of the
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Moon Goddess.”
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