Emily's POV
Things were beginning to get messier than I ever thought.
In my wildest of imaginations, even my reality wouldn't have featured.
Damon and Dathan tearing the shreds out of each other's wolves.
Damon's room was in a mess, a huge bloodied one.
Nala and I rushed them both to the hospital immediately. The palace had an ambulance, so we didn't bother with calling one from the hospital.
Side by side, the two brothers lay, unconscious.
I prayed hard, fast and fervently. I didn't want to imagine what would become of me if I lost any or both of them.
There was a lot of blood, and I couldn't quite guess whose it was.
"Your knuckles are white." Nala croaked.
We both sat at the back together, bent over them pensively.
"Oh." I snapped out of my thoughts and stretched my fingers.
They still looked quite bony, but not as bony as a few months ago. Plus they now looked more expensive, with the huge diamond rock sitting on it.
But that's not the point..
"Do you think they'll survive?" I asked her, my voice breaking.
"Don't be dramatic!" Nala's voice went up a pitch. "Of course they will. It's their wolves I fear for."
"Why?" I asked, still alarmed.
"Well, severe blood loss could result in permanent scars, reduced senses, reduced power." She exhaled.
I took a deep breath and looked away.
They'd not been the kindest they could be, but I'd hate for anything to happen to any of them.
"You should be grateful it's the both of them it happened to." She said in a low voice.
"Why?!" I snapped at her "Why should I be grateful that they're both unconscious and laying in the back of an ambulance?" It was then the tears I'd been trying to keep away broke out.
"Look here, young woman," Nala called my attention, "in this world, there are those who do the work and there are those who reap the fruits. I hope you do not think these two people are the same. If Damon were to have an impaired wolf, Dathan would only just be a ticking bomb then. Everyone would count down till the day of his rebellion, because as sure as the day is to set, so is Damon's overthrow." She breathed hard. "And all your efforts would have gone to waste." She stared into my soul.
I understood her, perfectly.
But I didn't want to think that way.
There's no need for them to still be at loggerheads, that is if there's no other bone of contention.
It was then I remembered when Dathan said Zyna was just like me. Did he mean that she found someone else? Someone better? I kept wondering, cursing Dathan for not being awake to answer my questions.
I looked at him, filled with every emotion ranging from rage, to guilt, to pity, to care. It was then I noticed his lips had begun to go purple.
I lurched forward, raised his head up and put him on my lap. I kept slapping his cheeks in a frenzy. He couldn't die, not yet at least.
"What are you doing?" Nala asked.
"He's going into shock!" I yelled at her.
"It's the legs you raise, not the head." She faulted me, but didn't stand up from where she sat beside Damon to give me a hand.
I gently placed Dathan's head back on the bed. His hands, which I'd touched only a few hours ago, had become stone cold bony twigs.
I scurried to his feet and lifted them up.
Since I forgot my phone, I couldn't do a quick search for what to do.
I dialed the hospital immediately, and each time they picked it up, the network just failed.
Not only was it strange and unusual, it was annoying too.
Dathan's foot had begun to show purplish dots on the heels.
"Can you hear me?!" I screamed into the ambulance's phone before bashing it against the side of the vehicle.
"How long till we get there?" I asked the driver, breathing down on his neck.
"Two minutes." He replied, and hit the gas, sending me toppling forward.
However, there was too much adrenaline in me to have felt the effect of the fall yet.
All I wanted was to see Dathan survive. Damon had his own back, knew his way around things, not Dathan. I sat close to him, helplessly staring at the guy whom I first fell for.
At such a young age, we had so much drama. I could not blame us but I'll give everything to have things differently
Finally, the car pulled to a stop, and immediately we threw the door open, we were greeted by a team of medics.
"He's dying!" I screeched in their faces, pointing to Dathan.
"Get the Alpha!" The team lead said instead.
I couldn't believe my ears. I looked from Nala, to the doctor, the nurses, and back to Nala. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that they had priorities, priorities that weren't Dathan.
Soon enough though, another team came for Dathan, and only then did I go in.
I had no time to look at the hospital, all I knew is that it had so many lights, that's made it look more of an airport.
"This way." I kept following their directions, until Nala and I found ourselves side by side, sitting outside the ER. Both brothers, in opposite room, battled for their lives.
It was the most suspenseful four hours of my life. I forgot to breathe at times. Since I had no stress ball, I was making good use of my knee cap, squeezing and molding until I pricked myself with my fingernails. I kept tapping my foot, getting up to put my ears to the door.
"Which room is which?" I asked Nala.
"Damon is on the left." She said,
Nala looked quite collected through all of it, I wondered how.
"Rrrahhhhhhhhh!" We heard the most excruciating scream seconds after.
"Where did that come from?" I asked her.
"Right." She replied.
"What does that mean?" I asked her, looking in fear.
"One of them isn't responding." Nala said, and swallowed.
She adjusted her wristwatch, and kept fidgeting with it.