Chapter 13: A Nosy Helper
Natalie~
My world felt like it was blurring together as the kind man Zane made the arrangements. I stood by his side frozen, holding Jack— the wolf pup refused to leave my side even when his owner was here— while the man organized everything like he had done this many times before. The hospital director didn't even say anything to protest when Zane mentioned the arrival of a helicopter; his commanding tone left no room for negotiation.
A few moments later, the sound of helicopter blades filled everywhere around us, and I found myself being led by Zane onto the massive human machine. Jack was still in my arms as I hugged him close to my chest while my dear Garrick, who was still unconscious, was carefully strapped inside the helicopter by the medical team.
The moment the helicopter lifted off the ground, my heart felt like it had leaped into my throat. This was my first time flying and every jump of turbulence felt like my life was coming to an end. I held Jack tightly to my chest, my heart beating loudly in my ears as I buried my face into his soft fur, praying silently to the goddess— even though she never seemed to answer any of my prayers— that we all made it out alive Jack whimpered probably sensing my fears as he curled closer to me.
"It's just like riding a car," Zane said, his tone was casual, his voice cutting through the loud sound of the helicopter blades. Zane's voice was almost relaxing, but I didn't miss the way his sharp blue eyes flickered in my direction.
I managed to give him a weak nod refusing to look down through the scary window. Instead, I focused my attention on Garrick, his skin was so pale that it filled me with dread. My fingers itched to stretch and touch him, to make sure he was still breathing but I held back because I was afraid of being yelled at.
In my lap, Jack growled softly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked up to find Zane watching me; his face was void of emotions, and his expression was neutral as though he had practiced it, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl with goosebumps.
By the time we arrived at the new hospital; my legs were shaking. The hospital was far from the small rundown hospital Garrick had been in before. Everything here shined, from the shiny flaws to the state-of-the-art equipment. Zane seemed unimpressed, strolling through the corridors like he owned the place. Jack walked beside me refusing to go far.
As we waited in the fancy lobby for the doctors to come back and give us updates on what was going on with Garrick, Zane turned to me, his body language shifting to one of concern, "You must be worried sick about Garrick."