Megan's POV
The beautiful landscape that was in front of me shifted, turning into a ball of green as the colors blurred together. I bent forward and let everything out of my stomach that was churning dormant as my throat was burning and my stomach heaving. My throat was shutting up, my breathing was becoming wildly irregular, and I was choking on my own body fluids. It became worse as I attempted to control my breathing; the scent of my stomach acids burnt my nose. My hands frantically groped out for a solid object as I stumbled about aimlessly in an attempt to stay grounded and stop the world from spinning.
I spun around and pushed the hand that was pressing on my back away in fright. I had no idea who it was. I was unable to see who it was. My own blood pumping into my ears muffled out their shouts and yelling, and the ringing soon followed. As I bent forward, my stomach started to attempt to rip itself apart. Only I was dry heaving. My painfully tightening heart began to beat too swiftly to be healthy. My vision continued to deteriorate, turning from green to black, while I remained there, bent over and dry heaving severely. The voices became louder as the ringing did. My mind was racing as I attempted to understand all that was occurring, and I felt worthless and powerless.
The know.
Jason's POV
I rubbed my chest in agony, sensing that something wasn't right. My eyes darted between the members of my pack, trying to locate my heart but failing. I started to move my way through the throng while enquiring about her with random bystanders. I increased my step and turned my head in every direction as the dull throbbing turned into a searing ache. I cried out to her while clutching my pounding heart, drawing everyone's attention to me due to the anxiety in my voice.
"Alpha?" A timid yet terrifying voice questioned. "Are you okay?"
"No." I gave a headshake. Megan is in danger, so locate her instead. Everyone's gaze was fixed exclusively on me, and nobody moved. "Now!" I lost it. I attempted to follow them as they all sprinted off but my legs buckled and I almost fell to the ground.
"Alpha!" The same voice screamed in fear, and my supporter's arm quickly encircled my waist. "You need to see a doctor right now. What's the issue? What is painful? Her speech came out swiftly, and in my head, they were practically muddled together.
"Not me." I coughed. "Megan, not I, is. She needs assistance, not me. I said as I backed away from her.
She said, "But, Alpha." "Even if it's not you, the link might lead to tension when one of the partners is hurt. That might result in further health issues.
I couldn't care less. I shook uncomfortably and snapped, shoving her hands away from me. "I'm safe, but she's not. I'm not wounded; she is. She will get medical care before I do. Go set up the hospital wing till then. Send for the physicians.
The subsequent sequence of occurrences merged into one another, making it impossible to separate them. Now, anxiously drumming on the floor, my foot bounced up and down. I sighed loudly and frustratedly massaged my face with my hands. She was reaching out to me in her hour of need, and I could hear her sobs coming from the hospital room she was in down the hall.
The physicians had said that she had a panic attack and a rather severe one at that. For some reason, her anxiousness had increased, and the physicians were unable to make her feel better. I stopped allowing them to approach her when she started screaming as they approached her with a syringe filled with a sedative. As her partner, I felt helpless since I had no idea how to comfort or assist her. Because the doctors wouldn't let me see her, I smashed the chair I was sitting on. I was waiting for the physicians to contact me with the findings while pacing the room and sometimes plucking at my hair.
"Alpha?" My gaze suddenly swung in their way as I heard a voice coming down the corridor. The top physician approached me holding a clipboard while wearing a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck.
"What's happening?" I shook his hand in welcome and requested.
"We can't get her to stop screaming,"
I snarled, "Tell me something I don't know," and effectively interrupted him. "From here, I can hear her sobbing."
The problem is that we are unsure of what is happening. He anxiously tugged at the collar of his shirt. We questioned you about the reason for her behavior.
I hissed once again, this time louder, "If I knew." If I weren't asking you here, would I?
"No, I-I guess not," you say. A droplet of perspiration started to form on his brow as he stammered. "We heard some things, but we can't confirm whether they are true or false,"
How come you can't provide evidence?
In my line of work, we are only allowed to treat patients with facts, not with hearsay or hypotheses, Alpha.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying."
"In the break area, I saw a couple of my nurses behaving oddly and speaking to one another. When I questioned them about what was happening, they said that Luna was a killer. I watched as his fingers shook in front of my eyes. They were informed that she worked for Gordon and enjoyed killing people for him. He flushed. "For this reason, she wants her back,"
I told him and marched down the hall, "I am going to have to replace my staff if my medical staff is just going to stand there and gossip while people are in here needing help."
"A-Alpha! You are not yet permitted to return here.
I said coolly, "It's not like you are helping her anyhow. "There won't be any more warnings the next time." I brought up my threat once again.
"Understood." He gave a nod.
I took hold of the doorknob, turned it carefully, and pushed open the door. The curtains were drawn, the lights were all out, and it was pitch black. Her head between her legs, her little, trembling figure was hiding in the deepest recess.
I said softly, trying not to scare her, "Come on, Sweetheart," and knelt. "Let's return home."