Chosen Just To Be Rejected by Jennifer Francis novel Chapter 114

Belladonna

It had been five days since she’d woken up and during those five days she’d found Parker at her bedside, just casually sitting in the room even when Whit and Milly weren’t there. She’d told him to go and work or play with the children.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he’d commented. He’d taken up residence and was merrily annoying her at times, thought it was funny to tease her about many little things, and had taken his cue from Whit on that one.

But he also kept the boredom away as well, played cards with her and word games. It was all she could manage to do. She still had no wolfen healing, and it was slow–going. She didn’t know how humans did this lay in a hospital for days on end. Most wolfen patients were in and out in a matter of one to two days.

Wolfen healing was quick for the most part. Wolves only ended up in the hospital after serious injury from pack attacks, and most only needed staples to bring wounds together, and once that was done and active knitting was seen, they were sent on their way. The other was collapsed lungs and a reinflation of the lung, and once the needle or tube was removed, they could leave the hospital within a few hours.

There was a TV here, and she’d watched movies with Whit and Milly, and Parker had gone off and found her something to read when she’d asked him too. He kind of never said no to anything she wanted him to do, unless it was him leaving to go and work in his office. He had that covered apparently and wasn’t

needed.

“Kane’s all over it.” he’d smiled at her.

He reminded her to use her deep–breathing lung exerciser. She hated them three balls right now, but again

it was to help with respiration because she’d had a collapsed lung and with no wolf to heal it needed to

exercise it, apparently.

He walked the ward with her when she had to get up and walk about as part of her recovery, and he had

waved the nurse off and told her he would walk with her. She was still attached to a drip, but that was coming out today. It was only running a dose of antibiotics, her last one. She was being released

tomorrow. Had met all of Annette’s and the current surgeon, Heath’s, criteria.

Though she still got tired from walking about and had the occasional bout of chest pain, but that was to

be expected from all she’d read, and she had read up on her own condition, so had Parker, and he shook

his head or stated you’re not supposed to do that if she wanted to do something ahead of schedule

because she felt a bit better. Very annoying for her, she didn’t much like being a patient.

He’d gone off with Annette while she’d been assisted with a shower by the nurse. It was tough going trying to do it on her own. She found it difficult and that was apparently normal. She was sitting on her bed when Annette strolled in with Parker after looking at the house she was staying in, though she was certain the

woman knew what it looked like.

I’m not happy with you going there,” Annette stated. “It has a dozen stairs just to walk up to the front door. Then ten down to the ground floor where your room is, and eight from the front door up to the children’s rooms. That’s 18 steps to get from the ground floor to the children.

“And although climbing the stairs is good for you, you can’t rush it, one step every two seconds, and you can’t race up there if say, Milly cries or calls out for you. You can’t pull yourself up them, that will hurt and reduce recovery time.

“I’d much prefer a single–level dwelling, with you taking a walk and doing stairs that way, for at least six weeks.”

“Six weeks, where are we going to stay then?” she murmured, though Parker was leaning on the door to her room all casual like, and she wondered if he’d put Annette up to that little spiel.

“I suggest inside the packhouse. There are no two–story suites, and an elevator, and plenty of stairs for you to use and get your strength back up on, the right way. You can even leave it and walk outside, only ten steps off the western side of the packhouse and six at the front,” Annette stated.

“I don’t have a suite in the packhouse,” She murmured.

“Actually, you do.” Parker smiled at her. “I did prepare a suite for you and the children in the packhouse, as well as the house, not knowing where you’d want to be. It’s still there and ready, you could move into it

tomorrow.”

She frowned at him and looked at Annette. “Did he put you up to this?”

“Should.” She sighed. She’d not so much as been able to speak to her beast. She could sense her but

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