Revolting

Even though I was all sweaty and gross after training, I was reluctant to take a shower. I didn't want to unwrap my knees. I thought I would give myself a little sponge bath, use a little body spray, slather on a little extra deodorant, and I would be okay until bedtime. I dressed up in some yoga pants that were loose enough to cover the bandages. I thought I would go back down to the nursery to play with the babies, or maybe see if the kitchen staff needed any help for the dinner preparations.

I had just closed my door behind me when out of no-where a huge hand grabbed my neck and threw me back into the wall. I choked and clawed at the hand, and looked up at my furious, red-faced husband. "You stupid, meddling little bitch. Do you think you can humiliate me in front of my parents?" I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was so pickled, the stench was oozing out of his pores.

"Who humiliated you?" I squeaked out hoarsely. "Everyone heard your screaming whore last night. I didn't have to tell anyone."This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

His other hand came down hard on my face. His palm was open, but he hit me so hard that my ears were ringing, and a bit of blood trickled out of my nose. "Shut up! Shut up!" He punctuated each command by slamming me back into the wall. "Who the hell do you think you are? A fucking nobody from a pathetic little pack that we should have wiped out years ago."

I couldn't speak, he was squeezing my throat so hard that I could barely breathe. Blood was dripping down my nose and into my mouth. I glared at Nolan, trying to say with my eyes what I couldn't get out of my mouth. His face wasn't even handsome to me any more, not the way it contorted into hatred every time he looked at me. Right now it was so twisted, it was just plain ugly. I sucked the blood off from my upper lip and spit it in his face. His face darkened until it was almost purple. He pushed me up the wall until my feet were dangling in the air, and I was looking down at him. Little black dots were dancing around the edges of my vision. If I could have opened my mouth to reject him right there, I would have done it. But I was just hanging there helplessly, pinned to the wall by my neck, strangling slowly. His eyes narrowed in satisfaction, his face was so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

I heard Shane's voice in my head from this morning. "When your enemy is crowding you, getting in your face..." I didn't have much strength left, as my brain and muscles were rapidly being depleted of oxygen. My arms were already tired and fatigued from the two hours I had spent training in the morning. Nolan was so much bigger than I was, not only in his height, but his arms were as big as my thighs. But I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I let go of the hand that was holding my neck, as there was no way I was strong enough to pry his grip loose. I brought my elbow up, around, and down with all the strength I had left, and landed a blow to his shoulder with the point of my elbow. Although I doubt it hurt him that much, it surprised him enough to let go of my neck. I fell to the floor and gasped for breath. I saw his foot draw back to kick me, and curled up as best I could. His first blow landed on my hip. I watched in slow motion as he pulled back to kick again. I closed my eyes and waited, but the impact never came.

"What are you doing! Are you crazy?" William had come into the hallway, and grabbed him by the arm.

"Get off me," When Nolan would have punched his brother, another restraining hand fell on his other shoulder.

Shane, fresh from the shower, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts had heard the commotion in the hall, and come out as well. "Nolan," Shane spoke to him as a friend, not as an Alpha. "Get a hold of yourself, man."

"Get a hold of myself! My father is treating me like a god-damned pup, because of her!" Nolan roared. He turned on me again, just as I was sliding back up the wall, trying to get on my feet. Before he could attack me again, Shane placed his body between me, and the irate giant. "I'm the alpha!" he slapped himself in the chest. "Me!"

"Oh course you are, your father is just trying to offer you some guidance--" Shane gave William a look, and tipped his head toward me. I saw him mouth "hospital" as he continued to try and calm and console Nolan. "He's probably just getting used to the fact that he's not the head of the pack any more. Lets go to the office, and get a drink." When Nolan wanted to turn back to me, Shane steered him away. "Forget the girl, she's not worth your time." He pulled Nolan back down the hall, toward the Alpha's office. Once there was a safe distance between us, William pulled me up and into his arms.

"Oh my god, Nina, are you okay?"

No I wasn't okay. I was trembling, not from fear, but from anger. I hated Nolan Pierceson so much at that moment, I wanted to kill him with my bare hands. I wiped the blood off my face with the back of my hand. I was tired of bleeding for this man. "What is wrong with him?" I growled. "He is like a spoiled child in a man's body." I tried to take a step back toward my room, but immediately the hip which he had kicked so viciously popped out of the joint, and I fell back to the floor with a cry of pain. Without another word, William scooped me up and carried me down and out to the pack hospital, which occupied the east wing on the second floor of the manor. He must have mind-linked with the staff on the way, because they were ready and waiting for me with wheeled stretcher at the entrance. A nurse pushed my stretcher into a private room.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry Luna. What has happened?" The nurse locked the stretcher into place and reached for a blood pressure cuff. She was standing just behind me and to the left, out of my field of vision, but there was something familiar about her voice. I felt my skin prickle with apprehension as I twisted painfully on the bed, gripping the rail so that I could see. My eyes went to her name badge first. Julia Paige, RN. Then to her face, pretty and pale, with red, pouty lips. Then to her hair. Red hair twisted up into a tight and proper bun.

"You!" I hissed.

"Pardon?" She raised her eyebrows nonchalantly.

"William! William!" I shouted, trying to scoot myself out of bed, but the pain in my hip was paralyzing me.

William, who had been outside talking to another member of the staff hurried into the room, looking anxiously between me and the nurse. "Nina, what's wrong?"

I pointed a shaking and accusatory finger at the pretty young woman. "Get this red-headed whore OUT of my room, now!"

"Nina?" William looked confused.

"Its HER," I growled, sweat beading my forehead as I tried to pull myself out of the stretcher. Every cell in my body just wanted to get away from the repulsive woman. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that nurse Julia was standing frozen, with her hands still wrapped around the blood pressure cuff.

"Yes, Nina, this is Nurse Paige. She's going to help you, just relax. We're going to get you some pain medication."

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"No, no no. Its HER William. The screamer."

"The ---? Oh." Understanding dawned on Williams face, and his expression darkened. "You better leave, NOW." William said to the nurse. "I will deal with you later." I was satisfied to see the frightened look on her face. I didn't know what would happen to the slut, but I hoped it was something very bad, and very painful. Or at the very least, very humiliating. Let her have some taste at what I had suffered.

I fell back into the bed. "I'll take those pain killers now."

The doctor came in, a handsome older gentleman who looked like a Mayan god. Dr. Roberto ordered a new nurse to start an IV and administer morphine, right away. A portable X-ray was wheeled in, and an X-ray of my hip was taken, only to confirm that it was in fact, out of joint, but not actually broken. At some point Caydence had appeared. Her face was blotchy, and she said nothing as she held my hand, careful of the IV. I didn't really need fluids, but the port made it easier for them to administer the medications. Dr. Roberto came back in and gave me a sympathetic look. "We have to put the femur back into the socket. I'm afraid there is no easy way to do this..."

I was starting to feel a little floaty from the morphine drip. I could still feel the pain, but it seemed very far away, and not very important any more. "I have to pee first." I said. They wanted to bring a commode into my room, but I flat out refused. "No. No way. Somebody help me to the bathroom." So William and another burly male nurse half carried and half dragged me to the restroom. The nurse handed me a plastic cup and told me to catch a urine sample while I was in there.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I have a dislocated hip, what do you need my pee for?" The nurse smiled, "standard procedure to do a urinalysis, Luna, before we prescribe any heavy medications." Well, they had already pumped me full of morphine, what could be stronger than that? But I obliged by peeing in the cup, and also managed to pee all over my hand in the process, since my body wasn't exactly cooperating with the whole bend-and-sit-on-the toilet thing. I washed my hands in the sink, and did my best to wipe the plastic cup off with a paper towel before I left the sample on the back of the toilet and called for William to help me back to the bed.

Putting a hip back into joint is a very ugly thing. I thought I'd had enough drugs to numb me out of it, but there was no way they could give me enough drugs without putting me under completely. William assisted the male nurse to hold my upper body immobile, while the good doctor and another assistant grabbed the offending leg. They pulled it out, away from my torso adjusting it to get it into the right position. I ground my teeth together, and sweat poured from my forehead. And just when I couldn't bear that pain any more, with a great heave, they jammed my leg back toward my body. With an audible pop the ball joint went back into the proper position, and I screamed from the pain. I was embarrassed, I'm not a screamer... but having my hip rammed back into place had brought me to a whole new place of pain. Once the doctor let go of my leg, I rolled over and threw up all over the floor, narrowly missing the male nurse that had been holding me on that side. I was vaguely aware that Caydence was in the corner, crying softly, and that seemed weird and annoying to me. Why was SHE crying, when i was the one getting my leg ripped off?

I started to itch the back of my neck. And then my stomach. And then my face. "Uh, doctor?" I half sat up and dug at my thighs with my fingernails, leaving long red welts. But it felt wonderful. Everywhere I itched, and the scratching felt so good. "Doctor Roberto... I'm itchy."

Doctor Roberto looked up from his clipboard with mild alarm. "She's reacting to the morphine. Get the Benadryl."