Shy, Scared, and Weak. I'm the Alpha's Mate.

Through the Pain

"We had pea casserole yesterday, I didn't eat any so there must be leftovers, and the day before that we had roast beef with pasta. But that's just the stuff at the house, you can have anything you want, authentic Italian pizza? It's yours. A plateful of toast with butter and brown sugar? I'm on it." I grinned and kissed a yellowing bruise on her knee. "I think I'll have the beef and noodles, please."

"Done"

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Jillian's POV

Last night was kind of rough, both Damien and I wanted to cuddle because we missed each other, but at the same time my rib made getting all snuggled up really difficult. So after much tossing and re-positioning, I needed up propped up on my pillows and Damien slept next to me with his head by my hip and arm slug across my lap.

I woke up when he came back from training, a guard was stationed outside the door for my safety. I understood why Damien was so paranoid, he had left me for nearly 20 minutes and I was kidnapped by two creepy dudes and my dad. I couldn't blame him for being cautious, but I noticed the extra locks on the windows and I felt nervous.

I didn't say anything about it because Damien needed time, we both needed time!

After breakfast Damien took me to the doctor's to get my x-rays done. I went into a small room with the nurse and changed into the cloth gown and laied on the bed while the machine did its thing and took pictures of my body. Now we sat on a different bed in a different room waiting for the doctor to come and make sure my lungs were 100% ok, and to discuss my x-rays.

I sat up in the small bed because sitting up with my feet elevated was my most comfortable position. Standing for too long made me dizzy and sitting for too long made my legs hurt. It aggravated me to be so needy. I could hardly change my clothes this morning by myself! Damien had to help me get dressed. I can't tie my shoes, because bending over made my rib act up. I couldn't brush my hair out all the way because my shoulders ached to raise up to my head. I nearly had a breakdown when I couldn't brush my hair, thankfully Damien was there but, phew! I could have lost it over a hair brushing.

I kicked my feet gently on the bed, watching my olive green nails against the white bedspread. Josie had painted my nails this morning while Damien was out, she talked to me and it felt good to have a friend. She apologized over and over again for peer pressuring me into going out with her that night. I forgave her because it was obvious that Josie had been through some things and she needs someone to be her friend. I told her that everyone makes mistakes and that I would be a hypocrite if I didn't forgive her.

Damien was sitting by the bed, on his phone doing work because while I was missing he wasn't keeping up with some of his paper work. I felt guilty and wanted to help, but he insisted that I needed rest and not to be stressed. "Do you think he's gonna come soon?" Damien looked at the door impatiently. "He has other patients to see" I touched his muscular arm softly, "I would hate it if he refused care to someone for me"

Damien smirked and looked back at his phone, "You are too selfless"

"Is that a bad thing?" I fixed a pillow behind my head and my mate helped, "I never said that, sweetheart" then his phone rang loudly, surprising both of us so we jumped slightly from the shocking squealing phone. I leaned over when Damien scowled at the screen, the caller ID was 'The Council😈😈😈'

"Are you kidding me? I swear if one of them tries to make me go to their potluck --" he grumbled before picking up, "Hey! How's it going up there in the arctic, Miss. Ice-Queen?" Right after his excited greeting he rolled his eyes with boredom. "Yes, Christa, I... I did! I called you yesterday morning and you didn't pick up!....I told you, check your call history and tell me I didn't call.... Ha!...Yes I know I technically should have waited, but if you listen to my voicemail you will know that it was a dire situation that could not wait for time zones." My mate began to pace the floor like he does while on the phone regularly.