Intoxicated With You

Chapter 9

Noah's POV

 "Blake, ugh. Really?" I huff when I see the mess Blake made. I walk over to her and bend down to pick up the pieces of the plate she broke because if she gets cut, she will bleed; if I get cut, I'll heal before I can even stand up to get a bandage. "Just go upstairs. Someone get me a broom." I instruct as I take the pieces of glass out of her hands. "Honesty, you're going to hurt yourself," I grumble as she walks away and up the stairs. "I mean seriously. She can't do anything right," I say to myself as Tyler hands me a broom. 

 "Be nice. She didn't mean to," Dylan says, and I dump the pieces of the plate I have in my hand in the garbage when Tyler starts sweeping up the rest of it.

 "Yeah, she is having a hard time detoxing, and it's one plate you don't even care about. Chill a little." Tyler says 

 "Wait." I look at them both. "Whose with Blake?" I ask, and we all stiffen up, looking between ourselves for a second. Then we all take off, sprinting up the stairs to her room. I see the door is closed and go for the handle, but it doesn't move.

 "Blake! Open the door," I yell, banging on it.

 "Bust it down," Tyler growls. I'm with him. I take a step back and throw my body against the door, but it doesn't move. Stupid reinforced doors I had installed in case of attack. Dylan and Tyler throw themselves against the door, but it still doesn't open. 

 "What's going on? Why do you want to get into her room so bad?" The other girl asks, crossing her arms, but we all ignore her, too focused on the task at hand. We all throw ourselves against the door together, and it bursts open. The bathroom door is closed, too, so we all run to that as well. We all ready ourselves to have to break this door down too. Luckily it's not locked, so I open it, and my heart stops at the sight of my mate covered in blood and unconscious on the bathroom floor. Tyler rushes to her side.

 “What’s going AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” The girl screams once she sees Blake. 

 "Call an ambulance," Dylan instructs her pulling towels out of the closet and throwing them at Tyler, who wraps them around her arms to stop the bleeding. I feel all the air get sucked out of the room, and it's like I can't breathe or move, and I can't stop looking at Blake's limp, pale body on the floor.

 — SLAP—

 "Pull your shit together," Dylan growls at me, bringing me back to reality. I run over to Blake and shake her, getting her to wake up. 

 "Blake. Open your eyes." I command, shaking her and feeling her neck for a pulse. I can barely feel one.

 "I don't know where we are." The girl says.

 "Give me the phone," Dylan says, ripping the phone out of her hands and walking out of the room. He has to go meet the paramedics so they can come up here in the elevator anyway.

 "What can I do to help?" She asks.

 "Go get me a shirt," I order, and she runs out of the room.

 "Blake, wake up." I look back at my mate and keep shaking her.

 "Hold this," Tyler says, getting my attention and motioning to the blood-soaked towel he is holding. I wrap my hands around the towel and apply pressure to stop the bleeding. While he stands up to grab more towels and then checks her stomach to make sure that her arm is the only place that's bleeding. I don't understand why she would do this. I thought we were past this. 

 A few minutes of, Tyler and I are holding her arm to stop the bleeding, and Dylan comes back with the paramedics. 

 "How long has she been unresponsive?" One asks, stepping in front of Tyler and taking ahold of her arm where he was. Tyler backs away out of the bathroom to give them more space. 

 "Since we found her." Tyler stutters. The other paramedic walks over to me to take my spot, but I don't want to leave her.

 "How long has that been?" The first one asks.

 "Umm... I don't know. 5 minutes?" I shrug.

 "Excuse me, sir. Let me get in there." The paramedic near me says, bending down, but I just glare at him, plotting his death.

 "Noah, move," Dylan growls, walking over to me and pulling me away. Now I have to plot his death too. 

 "Let them work and help her." He says, dragging me into her bedroom and throwing me back some. "Go put a shirt on." He motions to the bed that has a shirt of mine on it. I guess the girl came back. I didn't even notice. I pull the shirt over my head as the paramedics lift Blake onto the stretcher. 

 "Clean yourselves up, " Dylan orders looking at Tyler and me. We are both covered in blood. I'm not one to take orders, but in this instance, he is right. We can't walk out in front of the pack like this. Tyler and I walk out of the room to the kitchen sink to scrub the blood off of us. Once we are done, they wheel her down the stairs and out the door to the elevator. Dylan walks down the stairs as Tyler, and I are drying off. The girl comes running down the stairs wearing her clothes this time.

 "Do you guys need a ride to the hospital or want me to clean that up?" She offers.

 "Nah. I'm going to clean it up." Dylan says, looking at her. "You guys go to the hospital. I'll meet you there." Dylan says, motioning to the door, and I hear the elevator door ding and then open up. I take off, not wanting to leave my mate. Tyler slides into the elevator right as the doors start to close. 

 I feel like the elevator is moving in slow motion as I look at Blake's face; she looks lifeless. She's so pale, and I feel like I can't breathe. My wolf is howling in my head. He has barely talked to me or moved around since I rejected Blake. All he does now is whine, or if I'm with her, he tries to come out, but I always have to push him down inside my brain so he doesn't take over. But now, he is just howling continuously. The elevator doors finally open, and paramedics waste no time wheeling her out thru the lobby to the ambulance. Tyler and I follow close behind them, and we don't miss the stares and murmurs from the pack members who see us. Tyler runs off thru the pack to his car while I follow them and watch them load her in the ambulance. They quickly load her up as Tyler's car pulls up behind them.

 "We'll follow you," I tell them as I hop in Tyler's car, and we all take off. 

 Tyler and I stand in the waiting room while the doctors work on Blake. It's been a while, and I'm getting very antsy. Dr. Alice walked into the packed waiting room, looking around. She spots me and starts walking over. As she passes Tyler and me, she says, "Come with me." Then leads us away from where she came and where I know Blake is. Oh no. This didn't happen last time. Did Blake not make it? Are we too late to save her? No, I'd feel that. Right? I did reject her. Maybe I wouldn't have felt it. My thoughts are racing as Dr. Alice leads us to an empty room closing the door behind us.

 "What's going on?" Tyler asks with a worried expression.

 "No offense, Alpha or Gamma, I mean no disrespect," Alice says, looking between us and fidgeting a little bit. "I just got out of a meeting being chewed out with my boss, and my wolf is on edge because Luna is hurt, so that's what this is," she says, fanning herself a little bit, taking a deep breath. "WHAT THE HELL?!" She growls. "You told me you'd watch her and take care of her! You knew she wasn't stable, and you wouldn't allow me to get her the proper help she needs." Dr. Alice reprimands us but stops to take a deep breath and calm herself down. "She's dealing with real-world adult things. I knew I shouldn't have left her in the care of children." She says, turning to walk away. I want to lash out and put her in her place, but I'm too stunned to form words.

 "I'm not a child. I'm 22." Is all I can manage to say. It's the only words my brain can seem to form.

 "Then act like it." She says, opening the door and starting to walk away.

 "Wait. How is she?" Tyler stops the doctor.

 "I don't know. I'm not her doctor anymore. But prepare yourselves for the worst." She says in a sad tone and walks away, leaving Tyler and me dumbfounded in the room. 

 "She might not make it," Tyler says under his breath to himself.

 How did this happen? I tried to be so careful. But the second I wasn't paying attention, she did this. Why? I thought she was past this. I brought her back to my place, so she was safe. I gave her food and water. Why does she still want to die?

 "What did she say while she was eating?" I ask Tyler. I want to know if she gave any sign that she would do this.

 "Nothing. She just nodded a few times, but that was it." He says, still staring at the door where Dr. Alice was. 

 We stand in silence for a minute, just taking in what Dr. Alice said. I am not a child. I am an adult, and I am the alpha of my pack. And I have been alpha for a few years now, and my pack is stronger than ever. I am not a child. How dare she call me a child. I was doing the best I could. I have someone watching her the whole time. I've fed her and given her water. Other than that, she hasn't asked for anything. I am the one that sent her up to her room, though, when she accidentally broke a plate. Did me yelling at her about a plate cause this? No. Right? There's no way. Dylan did say she was having a tough time with withdrawal. And Tyler said she wasn't even talking. My god. I did this. I was too distracted trying to clean up the plate so I could go back to fucking that girl to pay attention to what my mate needed. Mates are the other half of your soul; someone made specifically to be perfect for you, someone to love and protect no matter what. And I just wanted to fuck some girl instead of being there for my mate when she needed me. I was only thinking about myself. Doctor Alice was right. I was acting like a child.

 "That was a lot of blood," Tyler mumbles to himself, breaking me out of my thoughts. "She looked dead." He says, finally looking at me. 

 "Let's go back out to the waiting room." I sigh. We walk out of the room and silently make out way back to the waiting room to see if she will be ok. 

 It takes another hour before another doctor comes out and calls out her name, grabbing my attention. He walks over to Tyler and me. He looks at us with a sad smile causing my heart rate to increase.

 "What is it?" I ask, trying to prepare myself for the worst.

 "We've stabilized the patient, but she is still asleep. She lost a lot of blood, so we had to give her more, and she seems to be taking it fine. At this point, I think it's best if the two of you just go home." The doctor informs us.

 "Go home?" Tyler questions before I can.

 "She won't be awake for hours, and once she doesn't, we have to hold her for a psychiatric evaluation. Best case scenario, she can leave in 3 days, but we can't allow visitors to her right now." the doctor says with a sad smile. 

 "So what? We just have to come back here in 3 days and see if she can leave?" I ask.

 "Her family will be notified, and she can be released to them." He shrugs.

 "No, you can't release her to family. Her stepfather will come to pick her up, and he tried to rape her a few days ago. You can't do that.' Tyler says.

 "What has to happen for you to be able to release her to me?" I ask.

 "Let me check on that. Here. Right your phone number down, and we'll see what we can do." The doctor says, handing me the clipboard and pen. I write down my phone number and office phone number, so I always answer the office phone just in case I don't answer my cell phone. 

 "Are we allowed to call her and talk to her?" I ask, handing it back to the doctor.

 "Not while she is here." He shakes his head. "At least not the first few days. If we have to keep her here long term, you will be able to talk to and visit her." He informs us. "You should hear something within a couple of days with an update on her." He says, shaking our hands and then walking away.

 "So I guess we should go home," Tyler says, turning to me.

 "I guess so," I nod.

 Tyler and I get back to my apartment and walk in the door right as Dylan comes walking down the stairs. Once he sees us without Blake, all the color drains from his face as he looks between the two of us. "No," he gasps and clenches his fists.

 "She's ok," I tell him causing him to breathe a sigh of relief and relax.

 "Why are you here then?" Dylan asks, looking at me.

 "We can't talk to or visit her for three days at least," Tyler says, walking to the fridge and grabbing a beer out of it. 

 "I need one too," I say as Tyler tosses one to Dylan too. He throws it at me, and I catch it and chug the whole thing while walking to the trash can. I toss it in the trash can then dig thru the cabinet until I find something stronger. That's the only way I'm going to get thru these three days with my sanity in tack. I need to get drunk.

Chapter 10 - Intoxicated With You