My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 71

Lila’s POV

The rest of the car ride was quiet, which was probably a good thing. As soon as we got to the hospital, I jumped out of the car and began to run toward the main entrance.

I saw Becca right away and she was already talking to one of the doctors. It looked like I was arriving just in time.

Becca looked relieved to see me and waved me over to join in on their conversation.

“What’s going on? How’s Rachel?” I asked as I approached them.

“I was just telling Becca that your friend is going to be okay,” the doctor said. “However, it could have been a lot worse. I have some pamphlets on rehab facilities if you’d like to take one for her. I suggest she seeks the help she clearly needs.”

I didn’t think Rachel would ever want to return to rehab; not after the last time she went. But I wasn’t going to say that to the doctor. I gave him a fond smile and thanked him as he went back to do his work.

I looked over at Becca who gave out a long sigh of relief.

“I can’t handle this…” she said, resting against the wall.

I hugged her tightly.

“You did so well though,” I told her. “You should go and get some rest. I’m here now…”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” She asked.

I nodded my head once, glancing behind my shoulder at Enzo who was standing nearby almost awkwardly.

“Yes,” I assured her.

She gave me a small smile as I released her.

“Okay… I’ll see you later, Lila,” she breathed tiredly as she walked through the waiting room and past Enzo. She paused when she reached Enzo and gave him a fond smile. “Thank you for getting her back safely, professor.”

Enzo rose his brows at Becca’s statement, but he didn’t say anything in return. I wanted to roll my eyes at him, but I refrained from doing so.

I went toward the other section of the hospital where the rooms are and immediately went to see Rachel.

She was surprisingly awake already and lying in bed. She was staring at the ceiling and her breathing was heavy.

She had a few different IVs in her arms and her eyes had dark purple circles under them as she had just gotten into a fight.

I frowned even deeper when I saw her. Standing beside her bedside, folded my arms across my chest.

I almost felt like I was her mother.

“What were you thinking?” I asked in a harsh whisper. “You could have died, Rachel.”

Without looking at me, she said, “I can’t live in a world without him….”

“You don’t even know if he’s going to make it or not…” I told her, shaking my head with dismay written all over my face.

“My bear is in agony…” she croaked. “He hasn’t woken up yet and it’s driving both my bear and me insane. I can’t handle it…”

“So, you turn to drugs?” I asked, shaking my head. “You just told me your rehab horror story. Is that something you want to go through again?”

“No…” she whispered; tears were welling in her eyes. “I just didn’t know what else to do.”

“You talk to someone is what you do,” I told her. “This was an unfortunate event that happened that nearly cost the life of your boyfriend. You are going through something seriously traumatic. You need to talk to someone about this.”

“Who?”

“A therapist,” I told her firmly. “I can make some calls and get you in a session. But you have to do the work too, Rachel. You can’t turn back to drugs or all that work you did to overcome the Elysium Rehab Facility would have been for nothing.”

She knew I was right and the way she looked at me just proved it.

“I care about you…” I continued. “You have become my best friend at this school; you are my roommate. I can’t imagine doing the rest of this without you. Please, let me help you…”