A NURSE HAD CAME IN JUST MINUTES AFTER SHE HAD AWAKENED FROM HER COMA. Her least favourite moment, as she poked and prodded at her only for her to leave and grab a doctor to check her condition. Something Alison hated the most of all, being touched. They did the same to her father, checking if he were still alive even though it was very obvious that his spirit had left his body long before his body reached the hospital, it was simply protocol and they were just following it.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor had the posture of a soldier. Every action he took was precise and purposeful unlike the nurse. He smiled in the cold and distant way professionals do. She couldn't relax around them with such expressions, not then and not now, especially now. She needed to see a genuine face, preferably a smile, but if not she'd really rather didn't fake it. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, he looked hazed, dazed even.
"I'm fine." Was her simple reply. A complete lie to what she was feeling inside, she felt utterly conflicted, distant and the most thing she wanted the most was to be left alone by anyone. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Through the examination he would give her commands rather than requests. The nurse from before had return, but she did nothing but hover two feet behind him, her relaxed expression of earlier replaced with a grim slash for a mouth and knitted brows. When the prodding was over all Alison could do was drop her eyes to the covers in anticipation of him speaking to her, but when she raised them again the room was quite empty; they weren't even in the corridor.
Her hands stretched over the cold linen like an infant in search of a comforting toy and closed on the thick itchy fabric. Even though their presence weren't here in this room more anymore, she still felt somewhat trapped- tethered by tubes. She so badly wanted out, out of this place, this hospital, it was a simple reminder of her father, it caused everything to flash before her eyes, replaying within her mind. Her father's devoid expression, looking lifeless. Dead, just like the image of Grayson laying on the ground, unmoving. Was history repeating? Because if it was, she defiantly couldn't handle another death, even she knew her breaking point.
"Alison, you okay honey?" Her mothers voice boomed around the room terminating the silence that bestowed upon them, she knew her mother was concerned but there was nothing she could do or say to make her less concerned. Her mother had to be glad that she was alive, next to her, still living and breathing. That's what mattered, right?
"Dead?" Ignoring her mother's question completely, as her throat felt dry, drier than before, before when she had suddenly awoken from her so call slumber. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, she felt far too conflicted within herself to make sense of everything within her mind that kept racing like a Ferrari in an open road, racing through like lightening never coming to a stop. The brakes never worked or maybe it didn't have any at all.
"But?..." She was lost for words. She defiantly didn't really know what to make of it, everything felt so overwhelming, how could her life change so drastically quick in a span of a couple hours? There was a small hope that someday, one day her life would change when she would find her mate yet somehow, it changed but it wasn't in the right direction.
She defiantly didn't feel like he was dead, if he was then she would've felt it...well at least that's what they taught her in school that when a soulmate dies, you would've felt great agony, but she didn't feel any of that, nothing like that. The only thing she felt right now was sadness, this melancholy that was like a cloak, a cloak she simply couldn't let fall to the floor and simply just let go of it, and though she held it tightly she can't find the warmth that she needed, yet it clings. An anchor to her feet, the reason she can't find the surface or the sunshine, that feeling of soft joy that lives in some of her memories but she didn't have memories of him.
"Alison I'm sorry... His body just disappeared out of thin air-" Emily replied, she saw the look on her niece's face, completely heart-broken, saddened by the fact that she was away from her mate, even if her mate was hated by almost everyone here, but she wasn't going to say that to her, it was something she had to realise on her own. That is if she ever realises it.
"Thin air? How is that even possible?" Alison was far too confused to fathom the idea, sure magic existed but not that kind where bodies just disappear out of thin air, it just simply wasn't possible...Was it ? No way it was, she chose to believe there was another explanation, there had to be otherwise everything she was brought up to believe would be a mere lie. People didn't disappear out of thin air. 'They just didn't'.
"Well...yes, when I had tried to reach you and turned he had simply just disappeared." Emily explained.
"How is that possible? that sort of magic doesn't exist anymore." Her mother intervened, yet again curiosity got the better of her.
"Anymore? So it once existed? So there was a possibility he could be alive?" Alison asked hopeful, that spark of hope she once had return once again just like before.
"Yes a long time ago but no one has that sort of immense power, it's just too dangerous-" Emily was cut of before explain further by her niece.
"Yes but you're telling me there is a possibility, a possibility that someone could." She asked eager.
"Alison-"
"No! Don't. Don't try and tell me he is dead, I just can't... I won't believe you not until I find his body." Sadness engulfed her, Emily saw her pained expression, it wasn't easy to find and lose a mate all in one day.
With a sigh Emily had to somehow explain to her who he was, Grayson wasn't the best of choice for a mate but she couldn't tell her what he had don't, she never wanted her niece ever be put in a difficult situation like she was in this moment.
"You really don't know what you're getting yourself into Ali..." Emily sighed once again, before agreeing to help her. At least she could help find him, she owed her niece that much, no matter how much she distasted him. No matter her conflict with him, she couldn't do much now because no matter how much she wants Grayson to pay for what he did, she also didn't want her niece to hurt once again. He was one lucky bastard.