You'll be a sad man
Janice bit her lips as she paced the clinic corridor.
Her eyes flickered to Thalia, then to Sandro as they stepped out of the room.
She had been standing at the door for only God knows how long. She heard the conversation from the beginning because she had been there, but she couldn't enter to save her.
Likewise, she scrunched up the clothes for Arabella to change into. She had taken from Blaze's.
Thalia snorted and Janice glared at her, and the urge to pull on her glossy hair filled her.
For as long as she could remember, she and Thalia had never been friends.
It was not the first time they were seeing each other, but they went way back, and she had always been the bítch she was.
She was even bítchier now with Sandro, and she wondered what he saw in the witch to still be with her.
“Thalia…”
“Not now, Janice.” Sandro held his hand out, halting her.
Janice scoffed. “Not now? I'm certain you enjoyed the shit that happened back there. You enjoyed showing your macho side and might I say, you will be a sad man for a long time. She fúcking did nothing to you!”
“Janice!” Sandro barked, storming towards her.
Janice was aware she shouldn't question him. She shouldn't talk back because no one ever does.
Even though he overlooked what she sometimes did, she was beyond pissed.
But she doubted Sandro felt anything. He'd rather be mad at her than be questioned.
Sandro pushed her into the wall, and Janice glanced at Thalia in time to see the smirk on her face.
“That bítch is the wrong one! I don't know why you enjoy punishing innocent people. She is not her fúcking father, you know.”
“Shut the fúck up!” Sandro thundered. “You have no right to tell me how to treat a slave. I didn't ask you to be with her to get attached to her.”
“I chose to…”
“This is the last time you should question me.” Sandro interrupted and released his hand from her neck as she began to wheeze.
“Now, get the fúck out of my sight.”
Janice nodded and scampered into the opened door.
Her lower lip quivered as she saw Arabella sprawled on the floor with blood surrounding her.
She groaned, covering her nose as the delicious scent teased her nostrils.
Janice shut her eyes and let out an exhalation. “I can do this.” She mumbled over again, moving cautiously towards her.
Then she halted in the middle of the room, “No, I can't.” She choked back a sob and covered her eyes with her hands.
“Someone, please help.” Her voice was merely above a whisper. She wondered if anyone would hear her.
There was no one around the vicinity. Even Francis, she didn't know where he went.
Despite how sharp the hearing of werewolves were, she believed they needed to be close to hear what she was saying, except she was in a mind-link and no one was near she could link her mind to.
“Please, help me!”
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The hair at the nape of Blaze's neck tingled. He furrowed his brows and winced as he felt a sharp pain at his side.
He turned his body towards the clinic and narrowed his eyes.
“Did you notice anything?”
“No.” He grunted, staring at Julian- a blond omega.
“Oh.” Julian said. “You look as though you might need a rest. You've been here for almost a day, and you only took a minute break, which is some minutes ago. Also, you look as if you are in pain.”
Blaze glowered at him. He didn't know when he could decipher someone's emotion. But, he was freaking right.
Something didn't feel right, and he wondered if Arabella was okay.
And Janice, whom he sent to her, he hadn't seen her since.
His ringing phone snapped him out of his mind.
“Help, Blaze. She might die!”
“SOB!” Blaze cussed and dashed towards the entrance.
Julian frowned and shrugged, before concentrating on what he was doing.
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“A-Arabella.” Janice stuttered. She moved her hands to pat her hair slowly while the other hand covered her nose.
“Where are you, Blaze?” She turned to the door and heaved a breath as he burst into the room.
“What happened?” Blaze asked, out of breath.
His eyes took in the state of Arabella on the ground, and he growled.
“I don't think that matters at the moment. Please help me move her. She didn't move, and I don't know if she's dead. I'm kind of useless when near blood.”
“I'll take care of it.” He said. Although it would be a bit of a struggle, he was trying to save her and letting his aversion for blood take over him might make it worse.
Blaze pulled Janice away, and she gripped the handle of the bed to support her jelly-like leg.
She inhaled deeply and puffed it out slowly. “Please, be okay.”
Her eyes flickered to Blaze, and she saw him winced, but he was even better than her.
He succeeded in moving her to the bed, and she dashed to the bathroom to get water and towel to wash off the blood on her forehead.
“Bella, please stay with me.” Blaze gripped her hand, which was cold to his touch.
He placed his finger on her neck to check for a pulse, it was faint, and he surged out of the chair he sat.
“That bástárd will pay for messing up with her!”
Janice intercepted him as he got to the door. “And then what? Preferred to be killed?”
“Get out of my way, Janice.”
“I won't until you get your act together. You should know I feel like doing the same in your mind to the bitch who started this, but he almost killed me.”
“Who was with him?” Even as he asked, he doubted he needed an answer, as he knew who it could be.
“Thalia, that witch.” Janice grimaced.
Blaze clenched his fists and his eyes narrowed into a slit.
“Thalia placed her in this state.”
