115. The Surgery Room.

Elena.

The hospital was a flurry of activity. People rushed by in a blur, their footsteps echoing off the sterile white walls. I sat in the waiting room, surrounded by the sounds of beeping machines and the constant chatter of nurses and doctors. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and antiseptic, making my nose twitch.

I watched as families bustled past me, some crying and others lost in thought. The sound of sobbing children echoed down the hallway, and I felt my heart break for them. I wondered how they could bear to be in this place, surrounded by so much pain and fear.

While I waited for news from the doctors, my mind drifted to memories of Deangelo. I remembered the way he would smile at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I remembered the way his hand felt in mine, strong and steady. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I blinked them away.

Minutes ticked by, and I grew more and more anxious.I watched as doctors and nurses rushed in and out of Deangelo's room, their faces grim. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but I knew that wouldn't do any good. All I could do was wait.

Time continued to drag on and my thoughts turned to the worst-case scenario. What if Deangelo didn't make it? The thought was too much to bear. I tried to push it from my mind, to focus on the present moment, but it was difficult.

Soon enough, the pack rushed in while I was anxiously waiting for news about Deangelo's condition and I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the number of people who had arrived to see him. The waiting room was instantly filled with a buzz of wails and solemness as friends, family, and even staff from the house all trooped in.

I had only called Luca to inform him of the accident and to ask him to come to the hospital. I didn't expect anyone else to come, but here they were, all gathered around Deangelo's surgery door, looking at the door with worried expressions. Luca had informed me that Sofia had overheard our conversation and that was how everybody in the house knew what had happened.

I couldn't help but feel guilty, knowing that if I hadn't told Deangelo about Mia and Andrew, this would never have happened. But hearing that Sofia was now crying and challenging me about my relationship with Deangelo only added to my growing anxiety. Luca tried to reassure me that Deangelo's condition was definitely sure to be improving since he had the advantage of being a strong werewolf and that the doctors were very optimistic, but my thoughts kept going back to the chaos that was happening at the entrance of Deangelo's hospital room.

Sofia was crying and shouting so much that you would think he had been pronounced dead and that they had some sort of very special relationship or something and suddenly, she lunged at me, crying and making a scene. "What were you doing with him, you witch? How did he get hit by a car? How were you even with him alone, without guards and even without a car? How could you make him trek such distance and thus lead to this? How could you?"

"We... I... I am..." I could not reply and could only continue to stutter while trying as much as i could to remain calm. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on me, judging me for something that was completely out of my control.

Madam Beatrice was slightly drunk, and her slurred speech only added to the chaos. "Yes, Elena, what were you doing with my son? This is your fault, you know? Why are you both put at night without a car or even a guard? If he dies, I would never ever forgive you, I haven't even collected all that I can from him yet and so I don't want him to die now."

I looked at her suddenly feeling so disgusted as I couldn't believe she would think about something like that especially at a time like this, what the hell?

And as if that was not enough, She also even dared to wonder aloud if her name would be included in the alpha’s will so she could have a retirement plan. I was so stressed from all that had happened that her words stung harder this time, I felt my anger rise and so I snapped. "How can you say something like that?" I yelled not caring that I was speaking to someone so high up in Ferrari Pack. "How could that even be what would be coming to you at a crucial time like this? Before the kids and all even? If you are not here to support him then why show up with all that negativity? Can't you see he's fighting for his life? You should be ashamed of yourself ma’am!"

The room fell silent and nobody even called me out on what I had just said, much to my shock, I could feel the tension in the air. I was so embarrassed by my outburst, but at the same time, I couldn't stand the way they were all behaving. Deangelo's life was hanging in the balance, and they were only concerned about their own gain.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and tried to focus on Deangelo. I prayed that he would pull through, that he would come back to me, and that we could finally be together without any more drama. The waiting room was silent, and everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.

We sat there in the hospital waiting room, our eyes glued to the door leading to the surgery room. My mind was in turmoil as I replayed the events of the evening over and over again in my head. The rest of the family had already left or fallen asleep, but I couldn't bring myself to leave this place, not without him waking up and opening those eyes of his successfully. I wanted to be there for him, to hold his hand and tell him that everything would be okay.

I was exhausted but couldn't sleep, I was just sitting on the hard plastic chair in the waiting room, staring blankly at the wall. It had been hours into the early hours of the morning already since Deangelo was wheeled into surgery, and the doctors had yet to come out to give us any update. I was starting to feel like I was going to go crazy, with all the thoughts running through my mind. How did this happen? Why did this happen? What if he doesn't make it?

I was jolted out of my thoughts when Luca walked over to me, carrying a glass of water and a tub of mouthwash. I must have looked like a mess for him to bring mouthwash. He offered them to me, and I shook my head, not wanting anything to drink or to rinse my mouth.

Luca sat down next to me and placed the glass and mouthwash on the small table in front of us. "You need to take care of yourself, Elena," he said softly. "You can't help the alpha if you don't take care of yourself first and you need to go rest too."

I shook my head again. "I can't leave him," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," he said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But you need to rest, and so do the kids. I'll call you as soon as there's any news."

I hesitated for a moment before nodding my head in agreement. I knew he was right, but I still felt guilty for leaving Deangelo's side.

Luca handed me the glass of water again, and this time I took it from him, taking a small sip. He stood up, picked up the tub of mouthwash, and started to walk away.

"Luca," I called out to him, causing him to turn around. "Thank you."

He gave me a small smile and nodded his head before leaving the waiting room.