From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 Am I Hurting You?

ELOISE.

My eyes feel scratchy as I force them open

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The room I’m in is blessedly dark with just a small amount of light filtering in through the slotted window curtains, so I work to open them further.

My brain feels fuzzy, and my head aches, but I can remember bits and pieces.

I remember getting the X-ray and the tight brace being fitted to my broken wrist.

I remember being examined.

I remember Damon bellowing when a male nurse tried to undress me.

I can remember waking up in the ambulance and reaching out for Damin’s hand. And I remember looking down at his own when he wouldn’t take mine, and seeing his covered in blood.

And…

I let the relief of being alive wash through me.

I remember Damon getting there just in time.

I remember seeing him just before my world went black. And I know

I know that if Damon hadn’t shown up, that man would’ve killed me.

My head is pounding, but I roll it to the side, trying to take in my surroundings.

I must still be in the hospital room, but I don’t know how much time has passed.

The sound of a chair creaking pulls my attention to the far corner, and sitting there, in the dark, is my husband. Leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head hanging down, he looks…defeated.

“Damon.” My throat is so sore that only the D sound comes out. But it’s enough to have his head snapping pp.

The look on his face causes tears to fill my eyes.

Why does he look so sad?

He stares at me, his eyes moving over every inch of me that isn’t covered by this starchy sheet.

I can feel pressure on the side of my head, where it hit the stairs, and I’m sure there’s a lump. And when I opened my mouth to speak, I could feel the bruise on my cheek, from where that man struck me.

I try to swallow and I feel the pain circling my neck, from when that man tried to choke me The tears spill over my lids, and Damon staggers to his feet.

He takes one step toward me, but that’s it. He doesn’t close the distance.

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Chapter 320 Am I Hurting You?

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He doesn’t come to me.

“I’m so sorry.” Damon’s voice cracks, and it’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.

I try to shake my head. He has nothing to be sorry about.

But the movement hurts too much, and I’m forced to close my eyes.

The click of the door handle turning keeps my eyes shut as more light streams in from the hallway.

When the door closes, I crack them back open.

Damon has moved so his back is to the far wall and standing at my bedside is the woman who! think has been treating me.

“Hi, my Queen.” I watch her take in the tears on my cheeks. “How are you feeling!”

My lip quivers and I fight to get out the words. “I want to go home.”

She nods slowly. “Normally I’d argue to keep you here for a full twenty-four hours, but I understand that you’ll rest better in your own bed.” She turns her attention to Damon. “She needs to stay inactive, my King, mind and body, for at least a week. Her bumps and bruises will heal fine, but the concussion is serious, so she needs to stay in bed. No tv, no phone. Just rest.”

I watch Damon as she talks to him, watching how his hands clench and unclench. He doesn’t say anything, but he tips his chin down, confirming that he’ll do as she asks.

The doctor turns back to me. “I’ll schedule you to come back in four weeks to check on your wrist. But plan to wear the brace for at least six.”

“Okay,” I whisper, vaguely recalling her telling me about the brace already.

She looks to Damon. “Did you have comfortable clothes brought in?” He bends and picks up a bag from next to his chair. “Good.” The doctor seems to be used to his overwhelming silence in the room. But I’m not. It’s oppressive. Stifling. “Would you like me to send in a nurse to help–”

“No.” Damon cuts her off, sounding a little more like himself.

ods. “Alright. I’ll get the paperwork taken care of and have a wheelchair sent to the room.”

s, Damon stays where he is. Standing at the far side of the room. Bag in hand.

moment, he clears his throat. “Are you okay with me helping you dress?”

stion stabs into my chest.

by wouldn’t I be okay with that?

Feeling like he needs me to say it, I wet my lips.

“Yes.”

It comes out scratchy, but it’s audible.

Damon’s chest expands with an inhale, then he comes around to the side of my bed.

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His big hands are so careful. So damn careful when he helps me up, that I can’t stop the tears from starting again. And his palms are so gentle, as they steady my shoulders when I’m sitting up, with my legs over the edge of the bed.

Seeing the tears, Damon crouches before me. “Am I hurting you?”

My vision swims, being upright taking its toll on me, so I close my eyes as I answer, “No. It’s…”

“Here.” I slide one eye open to see him holding a cup with a straw to my lips.

Grateful, I take a sip. The cool water soothes my aching throat.

I open my mouth to say more, to ask him why he’s acting as if I’ve died, but he stops me. “Save your energy, Eloise.”

Just Eloise.

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Chapter 321 Not Deserving

Chapter 321 Not Deserving

ELOISE.

To undo the ties of the hospital gown, Damon has to let go of my shoulders.

The loss makes me feel unsteady, so I reach out with my good hand and place my palm against his chest.

He freezes at my touch, and I don’t know why. I just know that I hate it.

With my gown off, Damon pulls a loose t-shirt over my head, one I recognize as his.

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Then, he kneels before me, a pair of his sweatpants in hand, and he slides them up my legs, pulting the elastic bottoms up over my feet, so the extra material bunches at my ankles, and I realize these must be the pair I took from him before.

He gets halfway up my thighs, as far as he can get with me still sitting, then he pulls out a pair of his socks and slides them on.

My crying seems to bother him, so I bite down on my lip, trying my hardest to hold the tears back. But watching him dress me in his clothes, when it would’ve been just as easy to bring my own…it’s tying my heart in knots.

As he rises, he pulls another two items out of the bag that I hadn’t expected.

He undoes the fastening at the back of the baseball hat, making it as loose as possible, before gently setting it on my head. The worn material rested lightly on my hair, not bothering my injury, but blocking out light from above.

Then he leans down, so he can slide a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses onto my face.

They’re clearly his, since they’re big, and aren’t tight against my temples.

I can’t stop my sniffle, and staring straight ahead of me, I watch his throat work on a swallow.

“Let’s get you up, okay?” His words are soft and I want to know why he’s acting like this.

Together, we get me on my feet, and with a hand around my waist holding me steady, Damon pulls the sweatpants up the rest of

the way.

It’s so close to an embrace, that I close my eyes and pretend it is.

DAMON.

Our dog circles, twice, before curling up at Eloise’s side.

I should go.

My hand grips the doorframe as i sway.

It’s been five nights. Five nights sleeping in another room. Five nights of drinking. Five nights of feeling like absolute shit.

Because I miss her.

Because I crave her company as much as I crave her.

Our dog keeps his head up, staring at me. Like, close the door, dickhead.

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And while he gets comfortable, I stand here, wanting to go to my wife, but not sure how.

And then, when this part is done, and I leave, I drown my sorrows. Every day it takes more to numb the pain.

Eloise shifts under the covers, and I step back, out of the roorn. Pulling the door quietly closed as I go, before she can see me.

In the hall, I take a second to just breathe.

But it doesn’t help.

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