Chapter 98


    Jason strides into the hospital room. His gaze sweeps through the space, taking in the machines


    beeping, the x-rays mounted on the wall and the physician standing quietly at my bedside.


    "You''re here!”


    "There was a traffic jam on the highway, or I would’ve been here sooner," he says.


    “You arrived faster than I expected.” Now that he’s with me, I’m happy, but part of me also feels guilty. “I


    hate that I inconvenienced you…”


    Jason moves to the opposite side of the hospital bed to engage the physician directly.


    Lina returns to the room and hands me a small cup of water. “One second you were in the ER, the next


    you were gone. Sorry, Grace. It took me a minute to figure out where they’d moved you to.”


    “I’m fine.” I sip the water.


    “Doctor, how is she?” Lina asks. “Is my friend all right? She was knocked down an esctor and fell


    several steps.”


    Jason growls.


    I nch. His eyes sh gold and, no, no, no! He can’t lose it here. There are far too many humans…


    “Easy, sir,” the doctor says. He pats Jay’s back. “Miss Cummins is stable.”


    “What is my condition?” I ask.


    I wish Lina hadn’t ryed the events like that. I’m not too happy with my friend right now. A muscle in


    Jason’s jaw starts to tick.


    "The injury is not too serious,” the doctor says. “Your spleen is swollen, but there doesn’t appear to be


    any fluid umting elsewhere. You’ve a lot of bruises, but no pronounced internal bleeding.


    “Thank God!” Lina says.


    “You are concussed, however. You’ll experience headaches, dizziness, nausea, Concussions are a


    form of brain injury and you need to rest.”


    I whacked my head really hard on the third stair down, I think. Then once I started tumbling, whatever


    body part hit the sharp metal edge of the stairs too the brunt of the damage. Thankfully, I only recall


    hitting my head once.


    Dr. Craigge slides a number of X-rays into a rack on the wall and then flips on the lights behind them.


    What’s visible are my hands, my arm, ankles and wrists and feet.


    The fractures and breaks are obvious.


    He points to one fracture on a foot scan. “There are some slight fractures. We’ll put her one foot in a


    brace, and she should stay off it for a few weeks to allow the bones around her ankle to heal, but..." Dr.


    Craigge hesitates.


    "But what?" Jason asks in a frigid tone.


    I tremble.


    “There are injuries that would point to more sustained, systemic trauma.” He gestures toward the X-


    rays of her hands. “You sustained multiple broken bones and fractures. Many of these injuries to your


    fingers did not set properly, and at this stage, it’s unlikely given the bone fusion and timepsed that re-


    breaking and resetting the bones would affect any positive change.”


    I start wringing my hands.


    The pain is a wee distraction.


    The doctor clears his throat. And I force myself to meet his gaze again.


    “I’ve noticed a number of areas on your hands, arms, feet and legs that point to significant trauma.”


    I know damn well who and what had caused those injuries.


    And the doctor… it seems like he’s digging for information. He probably thinks I am an abused woman.


    And I had been. Just not by some vile husband or family member.


    My injuries hade in the form of retaliation and on behalf of wealthy packs.


    “What is the prognosis on the older injuries?” Jason asks carefully. Again, his voice is undeced with


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    hostility.


    “It’s hard to say,” Dr. Craigge admits. “In my professional opinion, given the traumas and how they


    healed, there will be numerousplications. Perhaps if Miss Cummins had sustained suitable care at


    the time of the assaults, the conversation would be different now…”


    "Complications?" I frown. "I don''t think there''s anything wrong with my body."


    "You are still young now, so the effects will be less pronounced, and, you’ve adequately adapted to the


    pain. But injuries like this can y into degenerative issues, so as you age, theplications will


    slowlye out."


    "What kind ofplications?" Jason asks bluntly.


    "In the future, you may often feel pain in your joints. There will most certainly be arthritis. You may have


    sustained nerve damage or cramping. If it is serious, you may not be able to lift heavy things with your


    hands, and you might have trouble walking," Dr. Craigge says.


    I remain silent. My old wounds are from my time in prison. Prisoners are afforded the minimal treatment


    required byw. There are no gifted surgeons to reset bones. My fingers were put in soft splints and


    taped.


    Yes, the attacks had been painful, and the time spent recovering from them, even more so.


    Even now, her bones and joints ached. So no doubt, what the doctor said about residual pain and


    worsening, debilitating injuries over time… it all made sense.


    "Then... is there any way to cure it?" Lina''s voice is shaky with emotion.


    "You mainly need to recuperate and eat food that''s high in calcium. Osteoporosister in life would


    and minerals. Also, you have to take good care of yourself. You can’t afford to continue to abuse your


    body,” Dr. Craigge says.


    I lean back and stare off at the far wall.


    “Prolonged abuses can shorten a lifespan or significantly impact the quality of life.” He flips the light off


    and removes the x-rays. “I’m sorry I don’t have better news.”


    A tear trickles from the corner of my eye. I’m not even sure why I’m crying. I hurt, yes, but they


    administered something for the pain.


    I’m mortal, so I shouldn’t be crying about that. Everyone and everything dies eventually.


    I can’t call upon my wolf, but I’ve been dealing with Ava’s loss for a long time now.


    I’m not really sure why I’m crying.


    I’m just sad.


    Thesest few years, it seems all I’ve known is abuse. Being out of prison, I’ve been osted by my


    own sister, by ‘friends’ of Sean and even his sister and fiancee.


    Would I ever know any peace?


    “…she can stay a few days and we can monitor her,” Dr. Craigge is saying. “There are new stem cell


    treatments, they’re in early stages of testing, but they may help with recovery and healing. They’re


    expensive—“


    “—I want to go home.”


    “Grace, I think you should listen to the doctor,” Jason says.


    “I will,” I agree.. “I’ll take it easy and rest. Please. I just want to go home. Jay, please take me home.”


    The tears areing in earnest now, so much that room is too blurry to see anyone clearly. I sense


    that Jay wants to argue with me and if he does, I’ll be stuck here.


    But I can’t afford to rest here. And if my only options are experimental treatments then there’s nothing


    more to do here.


    “Lina,” Jason says, “Please work with Dr. Craigge to determine any medicines Grace will need and


    what follow up treatments he rmends.”


    I hold out my arms to Jay and he carefully, gently helps me to sit up. When I try to stand, my ankle


    sends a shooting pain to my brain and my leg nearly buckles before I get a grip on the pain and find my


    bnce.


    I take a step. Then another one. Jay holds me, but I’m walking and that’s progress. There is some kind


    of boot on my foot and it makes each step uneven. A sensation that I feel from my foot up through my


    hip which also aches.


    “There’s no way you’re walking out of here.” Jay picks me up.


    “Jay this ce is huge. Let’s get a wheelchair. You can’t carry me all the way to Lina’s car.” I rub my


    head. There are butterfly bandages over one side of my temple, where I first hit the step. I didn’t need


    stitches. That’s one small win. “I’m sure there will be paperwork, so I need to handle that first. I’ll have


    to go on a payment n. The county offers insurance, but I don’t think it’ll cover a fraction of this.”


    “Let’s not worry about that now,” Jason says. "Does it hurt?" he asks.


    "Actually, it''s not that bad." I lie. “My ankle aches, but honestly, I’ve had worse. You heard the doctor.


    He said that it’ll only take a few weeks to heal."


    Jason presses his lips together. "The old wounds that the doctor mentioned – did you get them while in


    prison?"


    I wave my hand like it wasn’t a big deal. "I was beaten in prison many times, but it wasn''t serious. Such


    things aremon there.”


    Jason curses again.


    “Truly, it’s not a big deal. I think the Doctor was being a bit dramatic. I’ll be fine. Some vitamins, some


    rest, and these old wounds will be a thing of the past.”


    The calmer I am, the angrier Jay gets.


    "Sister, do you hate the person who put you in prison?" he wants to know.


    "Who would I hate? Should I hate the judge? The Atkinson family? Or Pack Stevens that has been


    unwilling to help me? Or maybe I should hate Alpha Reed himself, right? Because really, he’s the root


    of everything.”