I groan again, forcing my arms to move towards my herb stock room. "I, I need.. I need pep—peppermint. And.. and, lavender.. oil!" I shriek out in pain as the furnace holding me talks sweetly in my ear. The words barely distract me from the pain in my head, but I tried to stay awake for them; my two wolves.
My body convulses and the pain begins to throb in my chest. I scream at the hundred knives stabbing me over and over again. Tears fell from my eyes as I met a blurry face. Fingers brush away my hair before I can cry again, and I find a moment of relief while staring into a beautiful ocean. Hesitantly, I touch his scruff on the side of his cheek, humming to keep myself awake.
I was shaken a little as the wolf spoke, "'Kay, we gotta peppermint an' ta oil. Anyting else?" Ocean Eyes asks concerned.
He looked so worried and sad as he held me. He lifted me up and held my back against his chest as Chocolate Drops kneels in front of me. My vision was beginning to clear up, but the pain in my chest was only beginning.
I snatched the jars from his hand and opened the jar of leaves. I grab a small handful, groaning at the pain of another convulsion sweeping through my chest. The two wolves began speaking with one another as I concentrated on the oil, trying not to spill it. I dipped the leaves into the oil, quickly laying back, dispite their demands, and pressed the lavender oil soaked leaves against my chest.
As I rub the leaves over my chest, I grit my teeth and chant, "Sum sana animam meam, corpus meum, animam meam."
A burning sensation soon soothes out the ice pick that's trapped inside of my chest. "Ad quos eieci et morbo take imperium!" I scream as another convulsion courses through my heart. Four hands engulf my two small ones in a panic as I groan and twist from the pain.
I had to continue with the spell or it wouldn't work and we'd be stuck at square one. "Nemo audet languorem mane apud me," another shrill scream leaves my mouth as I arch my body backwards. Both of my hands grip theirs in a silent plea to never let go.
"Haec verba locutus est ad me fugere!" I scream out as one hand of the four continues to rub the oil leaves on my chest as another other supports my neck.
The convulsion fades before I know it and I'm stuck in a haze. It seems like there are so many voices calling my name, I can't concentrate on just one. Somehow, my hands separate from the two wolves and I begin to panic. I blink multiple times until my vision transitions from blurry to 20/20.
As I began to regain my sight, it disappears within a frosty glaze. Gasping, I reach out for the two wolves who were nowhere to be found. The few times I did touch something or someone, I was burned. Tears ran down my cheeks as my breathing rapidly speeds out of control. I reach out, grabbing at anything and hoping it was one of them. I needed them more than I've ever needed anyone in my entire lifetime.
The burning was so excruciating that I begin to scream at the feeling of another touch to my skin. Pain was overriding my body and I could only scream in response. Tears fell down my cheeks with each agonizing second that passed, the pain never ebbing away. My breathing became shallow as I began to loose control of my consciousness. It was as if I was floating back and forth, swaying with an unknown beat.
Another convulsion hits me, and I twist and shout, wishing for this to be over. Sobs cloud my ears as a frosty film is the only thing I can see. My body was boiling from the heat suffocating me. My body couldn't take it anymore and magic wasn't working, so the only thing I wanted was to be held by my wolves. The need for them to be near was exactly like the pain convulsing through my veins.
The only people I could bare were those two sexy ass wolves who seem to chase after me no matter what. Somewhere, deep down, they made me feel complete and I wanted that forever. I wanted eternity with them and I wasn't going to stop until it becomes a reality. It was going to happen, and I'm going to make sure of it one way or another.
A sharp pain shoots through my chest and a million knives begin to pierce the organ. I shriek from the sudden pain, and I slowly start to drift off. With some strength mustered up from nothing, I plead for my men.
"Please.." I sob to anyone who would listen, "please! I—I need.. I need them. I need them!" I shout desperately as my conscious begins to fade.
The flames welcomed me back from a trip I hadn't known I was taking. My heart hurt especially for this reason because I was going to loose everything, and everyone.
Including my two wolves.
Then, there was a frost cooling my body, which only made me sigh immediately. I knew it was from a single touch, and I revelled from the skin to skin contact. Then the coldness began at my fingertips leading to my torso, and eventually my heart. The icy pick, which was lodged into the crucial organ, slowly begins to thaw and I can only have them to thank. A smile dances on my lips as I huddled to the wolf in front of me. He welcomes me with open arms as the other holds me tightly from behind. I snuggle into a crevice, inhaling his scent of mint and pine; two wonderful scents of the forest. I couldn't get enough of his scent, and it was driving me crazy.
I nudge deeper into the crevice, hoping for neither of them to let me go. I couldn't lose them even as my vision begins to clear up. I needed them, and only them.
As I began to feel my fingers once more, I wiggle them to make sure it wasn't all in my head. A smile glides onto my lips as I try to move any of my other limbs. While I was moving my arm around a bit, I felt the cool chill of fingertips dance across my skin. The action forms goosebumps along my arm, and I shiver.
There was a chuckle from behind me, and I felt the vibration of his chest against my back. "Yur finally awake," his voice murmurs in my ear. I shiver from his alluring voice and shrink into the other muscle more.
"Mmm..." My voice dissipates before I have the chance to speak.
"Shh," a gentle finger slips down my lips, silencing me from talking. I couldn't fully function correctly yet, but I knew this had to be the other wolf.
"Save yer werds fer lah'er. We'll still be 'ere." His voice softly lulls me to sleep, inviting me into his warm embrace. I have no energy left to speak back, so I only hum in response. Both males crowd me, and I couldn't help but feel safe and happy being within their arms.
Whether we were on the floor or the couch, I don't care because this is my place; this is where I belong, and this is where I'll stay.