Page 27 of Rejected Mate

I clenched my teeth. I could hear Doc talking to someone outside the door. I tried to pay attention but it was hard. The anger filled me until I felt like I was going to burst.

The door opened and I growled, baring my teeth and curling my fingers into fists.

I didn't care who it was.

Doc entered, then paled when he saw me. "We're doing everything we can to get you better."

About fucking time. "Great. How?"

"There's some experimental drugs we can try." His gray eyebrows furrowed. "But it's not a cure. The most it can do is buy you a little bit of time."

"How much?" I asked, letting a fragment of hope burrow into my chest.

"Two weeks? Maybe three?" He shrugged. "There's no guarantee that this will even grant you more than a few days."

"I'll take it."

"There are possible side effects."

"Do it. I don't want to fucking wait." My brothers could be in danger right now. Fagua could be hurt. I couldn't stand being in here one more fucking second.

Doc bobbed his head quickly, then pulled a syringe out of his pocket along with a bottle of bright green liquid. It looked like fucking alien blood.

Couldn't back out now.

He prepped the shot, then looked up at me and, after my nod, stuck the needle into my arm. "You might feel a slight burn."

Before I could ask "what the fuck?" he pushed the plunger down. His bald head shone in the fluorescent lights and he pulled the needle out. "There. I'll come check on you in half an hour."

He rushed out of the room like the devil was on his ass.

A tingling stretched from where he injected me and up my arm. If this stuff turned me into a monster, Doc was the first one I was murdering.

I watched the clock on the wall slowly tick the minutes away. Wondering if this was going to work.

The wolf wanted out.

To run.

How?

I couldn't get out of this fucking hospital bed. My body was wasted. The sheets and blankets wrapped around my unmoving form. My body, my prison.

I gritted my teeth and sucked in a lungful of air. I pulled myself upright, groaning at the pain in my chest. I was going to fucking die.

I could sense the wolf inside me. It was the only thing that kept me going.

Damn, I'd allowed myself to be injected with some shit that probably hadn't even been tested yet.

Half an hour passed and Doc hadn't returned. I held out my hand and it didn't shake as much as before.

Maybe I could get out of this fucking bed.

I lifted up, my legs prickling with the same feeling as my arm. I sat on the edge of the bed and forced myself to stand. My legs wobbled and I crashed to the floor.

"Fuck!"

Sitting on my ass, I leaned against the bed. The edge of the cup from earlier peeked out about an arm's length away. I reached under the bed, feeling around for the cup. Goddamnit, if I couldn't get a drink of water, I was going to go fucking mad.

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