“This is not the little sub pack and hide out I imagined it would be.” The doc infiltrates my thoughts, appearing beside me with that soothing English dialect that’s becoming like a warm hug, and I have to smile at that.
“Me either. I didn’t know anything that happened since I left. It’s crazy.” I shrug, eyeing up the room with a sigh.
“Yes, Colton gave me a condensed version as we wheeled Sierra in. In a way though, I’m rather glad that we ended up in a place that ensures I have time to wake her safely. I don’t need to rush and risk her body going into shock. This was definitely your fates guiding the way and providing us with ample shelter for a very difficult task.” The doc looks as tired as I feel, and we’re both sagging over here, probably equally as eager for a bed as the other to lay down for a little while, but both of us have to be here.
“How long do you think that will take?” I ask genuinely, eager to see Colton finally get to reunite with her after all these years. Eyes falling on that beautiful man as he tends to his mom lovingly.
“We’ve come up with a plan to slow down and stop the sedation meds over forty-eight hours, to let her brain begin to come out on its own accord. We’ll monitor her, keep her stabilized, and adjust as she progresses. She might have a few days of vegetative state where it seems like we’ve lost her…. that’s normal. Eight years is a long time to live in a dream world and the mind is a complex piece of hardware that sometimes requires a reset period. We’ll just take this as it comes, and hope she’ll be one of the rare cases of long-term coma patients to come out and be able to interact within mere days.” He nods, a look of relative confidence on that lowered brow.
“She’s a wolf… I say your bets are stacked on the positive side.” I perk him up with a cheeky smile, and it gets a little one in return.
“Quite!”
“I don’t know where we go from here.” I point out, nodding at Colton across the room, not really meaning just me and him, trying to hide the longing that crosses my face and the doctor nudges me with his shoulder.
“I’m a believer that a good cup of tea and a long chat usually resolves many of life’s issues. Problems that seem overwhelming are sometimes just smoke and mirrors and getting it all out is sometimes the only way forward.” He raises those bushy grey brows with a knowing expression, and I nudge him back.
“Like confessing all to a strange girl who fell into your medical facility?” I smirk.
“Exactly. Sometimes you have to throw away your entire life’s work, put your trust in a higher power, no matter how many signs are killing your hopes, and know they won’t steer you wrong if you just stop fighting it.” His eyes stray to Colton too and it has the annoying effect of dragging my vision back to him. That strong, upright figure, looking a little too inviting while framed by the light from the lamp over Sierra’s bed. Always so unruffled even in the face of a storm. He’s solid, cool, and takes it all in his stride.
“Good advice, doc. Not so easy to follow, but yeah… I guess.” I exhale heavily, feeling hopeless when he’s over there, looking like everything I need to cure me of my eternal agony.
“We’ll figure this out, together, young lady. After all, …. you are our savior.” He throws his arm around me awkwardly, gives me a squeeze, and then drops it as quickly as though he crossed some sort of touching boundaries that threw him well outside his comfort zone. I get the overwhelming surge of flustered, eccentric cringing, at his own public display of affection, and let out an involuntary giggle.
“I guess I better go white flag the Alpha, until we can see where all this is going. Might make life easier if I give him a few days pass.” I shrug it out, knowing all things considered, Colton probably could use less stress until Sierra wakes up.
“He’s young, headstrong, stubborn like his mother, and still finding his feet in his new role. Go easy on him. He has the world on his shoulders, and he needs a little help in holding it up. His head is not quite where it should be.” The doc glances at him and then off to the femme Medic across the other side who waves him to her.
I nod, taking the hint, and push off to walk towards Colton, leaving the doc to wander back to the femme in the corner pouring over some clipboard as she jots things down.
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