Chapter 150: Chapter 150; What can I do?
Alina’s POV
"Is there any way you can get it out of him?" The words rushed out of me, born from sheer, unadulterated panic. My throat ached as I stared at the doctor.
"There is really nothing we can do," he replied. The finality in his voice made my heart misfire, hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "It’s a rare, highly illegal toxin. It was designed specifically to destroy an Alpha’s system from the inside out. I am truly sorry, Alina, but medical science cannot help him."
"No, doctor! I am sure there is something you can do!" I cried, terror tearing through my voice. I took a step closer, the tears finally spilling over and scalding my cheeks. "You just have to look harder! Find something! Anything!"
"I am really sorry," he repeated, his face a mask of defeat as he turned around and began packing his instruments back into his medical bag.
"Wait—what are you doing? You really can’t just leave him like this!" The room felt like it was spinning.
"If there was a single option available to me, I would try it. But there isn’t," he said heavily. He glanced at his team. "Let’s go."
My eyes widened in horror. "No! Doctor, you have to do something! Please! You can’t just walk away from him!" My voice broke, rising to a desperate scream just as the bedroom door flew open.
Sammy and the rest of the inner circle surged back into the room, their expressions dark. "What’s going on, Alina?" Sammy demanded, looking between my tear-streaked face and the retreating medical staff.
"The doctor... he says Lucian has been poisoned," I choked out, my voice trembling so violently I could barely form the words. "He says there’s no way to get the toxin out of his body."
"What?" Sammy’s jaw dropped. He intercepted the doctor, blocking the doorway. "Doctor, you can’t be serious. We all got hit with the same substance in the woods and we’re standing here fine! Why the hell is his any different?"
"You are mistaken," the doctor said, pausing. "The ret if you were hit with a localized sedative. Lucian was injected with something entirely different. It is a lethal, fast-acting strain. It will kill him, and I do not possess the antidote. Now, excuse me."
The doctor pushed past Sammy, the nurses trailing silently behind him like a funeral procession.
"Sammy! What are you doing?! He’s leaving!" Panic seized my muscles. I lunged forward to chase after the doctor, but Sammy’s heavy hand clamped onto my forearm, pulling me back. "What the hell Sammy ?! Let me go!" I screamed in pure frustration.
"Alina, there is a blood stain on your forehead. Are you okay?" Sammy asked, his voice thick with a sudden, sharp concern as his eyes locked onto the dried crimson tracking down my face.
"I don’t care, Sammy! And I am fucking alright!" I snapped, the frustration boiling over as I violently waved his concern away. My voice echoed raw against the walls. "This is about Lucian! Are you really just going to let the doctor walk out of the house like that? He needs help! We need to save him, right now!"
"There is nothing he can do, Alina!" Sammy barked, though his own voice cracked, the raw fear evident in his eyes. He let go of my arm, his shoulders sagging. "If he says there’s no medical cure, we have to find another way ourselves."
"What are we going to do? Hmm? How are we going to save him, Sammy? Nothing can happen to him. He can’t die!" I sobbed openly, the crushing weight of reality sinking in.
He didn’t answer right away. His gaze drifted away from me, staring blankly at the wall. He was just as terrified as I was.
"Alina..."
The sound was barely a breath, a low, raspy whisper from the bed. I spun around and rushed to Lucian’s side, sinking to my knees. He forced a weak, fragile smile across his lips. I grabbed his hand, and a chill went straight to my bones—it was ice cold, and his usually tan skin had gone a sickly, hollow pale.
"I am glad... you are safe," he murmured.
"Yes, I’m alright. Don’t think about me right now, okay?" I pleaded, squeezing his freezing fingers. "Just promise me you won’t fall into a deep sleep. Keep your eyes on me. Don’t drift off."
"I won’t," he whispered back. Slowly, with an agonizing amount of effort, he lifted his hand and brushed his knuckles against my cheek. "Please don’t cry... I will be fine,you don’t have to worry, I promise."
The promise only made the tears fall faster. I nodded quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yes. I know. You’re going to be fine."
His hand slipped from my cheek, his eyelids growing too heavy to fight. He lazily shut his eyes, his breathing shallow and uneven.
"Let’s go," Sammy muttered quietly to the rest of the Rogues, realizing Lucian needed rest. They filed out of the room, leaving us in a heavy, suffocating silence.
Left alone, I frantically rubbed Lucian’s hands between my own, trying to friction-heat some warmth back into his skin, but nothing worked. My tears splashed onto his pale knuckles. I reached inward, searching for comfort, but my wolf was completely silent—paralyzed by her own fear, hiding away in the dark corners of my mind.
I have to find a way to save him. I have to.
I paced around the room, my mind racing through a million dead ends. I knew nothing about poisons, or illegal toxins, or rogue chemists. Who would even have a cure for something this advanced?
And then, like a bolt of lightning through the dark, it hit me. A name echoed in my mind, bringing a sudden, desperate surge of hope. There was only one person powerful enough, ruthless enough, and knowledgeable enough to possess a cure for a weapon like this.
Ilya.
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