Camille's POV:
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The smell of chemicals and the low buzzing of monitors gently woke me. Two different lines moved haphazardly across one screen. I exhaled a weak sigh, attempting to pull my mind to remember what had happened moments ago, but the distracting noise from footsteps outside this room was too much.
I lay completely still, trying to recall how everything had started before the curtains rolled by and an over-excited Skyla appeared in a crisp white coat. Brushing my hair backwards as if any was even on my face, "I got the beep you were awake. I had to come in straight away to see you and check on you," her eyes holding too many conflicting emotions.
I looked away, remembering how for a second time she had injected that strange substance into my body. "How long was I out?" I asked.
"Three days," she said, moving closer to the bed.
The rapid blinking of my eyes multiple times did not wade off the intense shock that sent cold shivers down my spine. "Three what!" I exclaimed. That would pass for being in a coma. Probably brain dead.
"Some wolves, although very rare, can experience relapses like this, and sometimes, when they wake up, they just seem to feel almost different. It had nothing to do with the drug, Camille. I think whatever you had seen was something deeply triggering."
I pushed myself to sit up, looked her square in the eyes. "I don't feel any heightened whatever shit it is you're talking about. Plus, I'm not going to let it slide that you didn't trust me enough to listen before going all doctor on me with your injections."
"So that's what the attitude is about, huh?" she said, still smiling, her lips covered in nude lipstick matching the eye shadow she had on.
I rolled my eyes. "There's no attitude anywhere, ma'am," eliciting a soft laugh from her.
"I'm sorry about that part, but it's just my job. To respond to action, and you were having a panic attack. I had to do what was best for you. But I'm here now, so tell me about it," she said, turning my face towards her direction.
"I don't know," letting my eyes trail to the point where the needle connected to my skin, making contact for the liquid in the transparent bag to get in.
"You can start anywhere," she said, her hand soothing the fear tickling in my chest.
"I don't know if it's because of what you said about you having visions or whatever they are. You know, I mean, I've never had one until you guys happened. Matter of factly, until you brought it up. I think the whole thing's messing up my head," I said, pushing back the tear threatening to break out. I had no idea why I was getting all emotionally wrecked up.
"Hey Camille, can you look at me?" she said my name with that cadence that made it feel like a mother reaching out to her child. I bit my lower lip so hard.
I slowly turn around and look up. Her body towering over mine, and I feel exposed. I glance at her.
"Nothing is messing up your head. You're just finding yourself, piece by piece, and I know how you feel. But you have to give yourself space for that. You don't have to rush it. Let it come to you, like those words in your diary, the way you said they come to you."
I go to open my mouth but nothing comes out. I have nothing to say to her that makes sense.
"We can talk about this some other time, probably when you're ready," she said, squeezing my hand, before turning to the screen behind her.
"I saw it again, those golden yellow eyes. They were watching me."
She stood frozen at the spot, her head swirling to my direction. "What golden yellow eyes?"
"I…I…I…don't know. I don't know," I said, shutting my eyes closed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you further," she said, sitting back on the bed, her arm wrapping me from my back.
"I saw it in my dream once, but before everything became so complicated three days ago, it felt like I saw it. Like it was real. I saw it with my own eyes. It was in front of the pack house, waiting for me. I've never felt such a wave of dread before," I said, suddenly noticing the hair on my arms were standing, goosebumps covered my skin.
"Camille, I think we have to be prepared. If you've seen it, then it's definitely coming for you."
My lips were paused. My hands felt very cold.
"I think I need to rest a little," I said to Dr. Skyla.
"I'll check your vitals and send someone to come give you some meds," she replied before moving back to the monitor.
Whatever was coming, I wasn't prepared for it. I didn't even want it. I just wanted the simple life I had before the whole shenanigan began back.
I had no idea when Skyla left the room, but I knew when someone in a matching pair of blue walked in. I would later learn she was Reika Ardwell, also an outcast Alpha Vikron had taken under his wings. Holding the bag of fluid as she introduced something new into it, noting something down on her book, she left.
Reaching for my diary, I unclapsed it, pulling the pen tucked beside it, when a milk-colored covered sheet fell down. I tried to pick it up, maybe Skyla had mistakenly forgotten it here. Turning the sheet around, my hand froze, eyes wide with shock, my chest rose and fell insanely.
"I'm coming for you!" Written boldly with crimson-colored liquid.
I turned it back down ASAP, scanning the room frantically for anything out of place. I threw the note on the floor. Pushing the sheet from my body, I pulled the pins out of my hand, totally ignoring the blood flowing back out. I needed to find Skyla. I wasn't safe anymore.
But I never made it to the door as my weak legs suddenly gave way beneath me, sending me to the floor. I tried to scream but felt that blood rush to my eyes again. The headache was returning. I tried to crawl out of the room but my hands couldn't move either.
Turning back to the place I threw the note on the floor, it was gone.
Closing my eyes shut, my body fell into a wave of unconsciousness.