Free Web NovelChapter 100: Chapter 100 Healing and Hope
Elara
I watched as the medical team Dominic had flown in from overseas finished their morning consultation. Their expertise brought hope I desperately needed.
"Your grandmother still has a good chance of waking up," the lead doctor explained calmly. "We’ll start with brain recovery drugs, plus physical therapy, oxygen treatment, and exercises."
The doctor leaned forward. "The first three months are key. Our best shot. If she doesn’t wake up then, her chances drop a lot."
"Talk to her every day," he continued. "Family voices can help wake patients up."
I nodded, relief flooding through me.
This was way better than the worst case they’d first mentioned.
"Thank you, doctor. I really appreciate this," I said.
Grandmother was moved from ICU to a private room.
We could visit one hour daily. Dominic came with me to see her.
Seeing her just lying there, so still and quiet, broke my heart.
"Grandmother, Elara’s here," I said softly.
Tears filled my eyes as I held her limp hand. My chest felt tight.
"You promised to stay with me for a long time," I whispered. "You can’t break that promise now!"
I swallowed hard. "My wedding hasn’t happened yet. I want you there to see it. When you get better, will you come?"
Only silence.
Dominic squeezed my shoulder gently. "We can wait. Postpone the wedding. Three months. She’ll wake up by then."
I froze. I’d been thinking the same thing but didn’t know how to ask. I never expected him to suggest it first.
"You’d really postpone it?" I asked, looking into his eyes.
Dominic smiled gently. "What choice do I have? I’m not letting you go anywhere."
His eyes softened. "I’ll wait as long as you need, Elara."
The wedding date meant nothing compared to what I needed right now.
Leaving the room, I followed Dominic downstairs. He led me to the emergency department. freeweɓnovel.cøm
"What are we doing?" I asked.
Dominic lifted my hand, checking the cuts. "These are from the belt fight, right?"
I tried to pull away, but he held firm.
"Why hide it? Nurse, can you bandage these properly?" he asked a nearby woman.
The wounds were small. Just broken skin where the leather cut in. Not worth all this fuss.
"These hands are too pretty for scars," he said quietly.
My cheeks burned. Heat crept up my neck as I realized how loud he’d said it.
The nurse cleared her throat awkwardly. She was clearly trying not to smile.
Poor woman was just doing her job, not watching our personal drama unfold.
I rushed through the bandaging, wanting to escape. My face felt like it was on fire.
Outside the hospital, I walked fast, almost running. The cool air felt good against my burning cheeks.
Dominic caught my elbow easily. "Why are you running?"
"Dominic, can you please tone down the romance in public?" I hissed. "That nurse looked like she wanted to laugh!"
He didn’t seem bothered. "Jealous, probably. Not everyone gets an Alpha King worried about their cuts."
Seeing my face, he backed down a little. "Fine. I’ll tone it down."
We walked to the parking garage in comfortable silence. The click of our footsteps echoed off the concrete walls.
Once we reached the car, Dominic opened my door first. Always the gentleman, even when I was embarrassed.
I slid into the passenger seat, still feeling flustered from the whole bandaging incident.
In the car, as he started the engine, Dominic took my hand and gently brushed his thumb over the bandage. "Next time, try not to hurt yourself in the process."
The car was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. Something about the enclosed space made his words feel more intimate.
His eyes softened. "But I was glad you called me when you were in trouble."
I felt guilty. Actually, Yardley had made me call him.
"Even though we started with a contract marriage, you should tell your mate when you’re in danger," he continued.
"I was angry before because you acted like I didn’t exist when things went wrong."
He leaned closer, tucking hair behind my ear. "You get it now, right?"
I leaned away automatically. "I get it. Just give me some space."
"We’re going to the pack house today. Dad wants us home for dinner," he said, changing topics.
I nodded. "Okay."
I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, trying to ignore how my heart was still racing from his touch.
