Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

"Taya! Taya, what's wrong?"

I felt someone nudging me awake.

Gradually, I came back to my senses. I slowly opened my eyes, only to see that Griffon and Silas had disappeared, leaving only a worried Harper standing over me, a distraught look on her face.

Only then did I realize it had just been a nightmare. It wasn't real, and I wasn't with Silas and Griffon. I was safe.

At least, I had to be if Harper was here, right?

I cleared my mind and swallowed my saliva. I raised my hand to get some water, only to find an IV attached to it.

"You had a high fever, so I brought you to the hospital."

Seeing that I was in a daze from the fever, Harper spoke softly, explaining, then picked up the glass of water next to me and helped me drink it.

After a few sips of water, I slowly regained a little life.

"Harper..."

"I'm here," Harper responded gently. She lifted the hair on my forehead that was wet with sweat, put it behind my ear, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

I shook my head-slowly and with difficulty-and asked, "Did the doctor tell you anything?"

I still hadn't figured out how to talk to Harper about what was wrong with me. Now that I'd fell ill and Harper had to take me to the ER, I was terrified she would now know everything.

"The doctor didn't say anything. When he saw that you had a high fever and were in and out of consciousness, he gave you fluids and antibiotics. They've done a blood draw, and we should have the results any time now." Harper got up and looked around. "Actually, I think it might be in your chart in here already."

I quickly stopped her. "I'm a little hungry. Can you get me something to eat first?"

Harper nodded. "I'll go see what they have for you. Maybe some Jell-O."

After watching her leave, I struggled to get up, looking around the room.

There. At the foot of the bed. My chart.

Maybe the results would be in it?

I slid the IV pole over enough to give me room to reach the folder and picked it up.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

The blood test would show my heart failure, and the last thing I wanted was for Harper to see it. She would be devastated. We had grown up together and relied on each other for survival.

If Harper knew I was about to die, she wouldn't be able to bear the blow.

I wanted the rest of my time with her to be happy...