The Alpha and the Mistake novel Chapter 11

"Brook, please let me in," Harry pleaded from the other side of the door. "I swear I won't do anything. Your mother and I are worried. You were bleeding a lot, and we need to make sure you're alright."

My head hurt, a lot and I was a little sick to my stomach. "Okay, I'll let you in." I cautiously opened the door and peered out. Harry gave me a weak and tired smile, but my heart leaped to my throat when I saw the man behind him. "Who's that?" I was ready to slam the door shut at any minute.

"This is Doctor Samson, the pack doctor. I've asked him to come take a look at you to make sure you're not seriously hurt. Is it okay if he comes in too?"

I glanced at the man again, my hand gripping the knob tighter. He was an older man, with a kind face. He looked like one of those doctors you see in the old T.V. series who made house visits and stuff. "I have silver laced mace. If you do anything, I will use it." Harry smiled slightly while the doctor just gave me a warm smile. I opened the door, letting them come in. I glanced down the hall, glad I didn't see anyone else there then closed the door.

"If you sit on the bed young lady I'll take a look at you," the doctor said.

He gradually tilted my head upwards and tried to brush my hair away from my face, but blood pasted it to my forehead and causing me to cry out when he pried it off. The doctor mumbled an apology then dug in the little black bag he had with him. He took something that looked a lot like a baby wipe, he wiped clean the side of my face. I winced with another cry as he cleaned around the right side of my forehead.

"Sorry again, Brook," he said, surprising me. I didn't think anyone in the pack besides Harry and Anna knew my real name. "I think you're going to need a stitch or two. We should get you to a hospital to run some tests and keep you in observation for the day."

I jerked away from him. "I'm not going to the hospital."

"Young lady, you took a very hard hit. You're suffering a concussion. We need to make sure there is no swelling or internal bleeding."

"I don't care. I'm not going to the hospital."

"Brook-" Harry started.

"No, no hospitals. They'll find me, Harry."

The two men glanced at each other, and the doctor nodded. "Alright, no hospitals. I can stitch up your head here, but someone will need to watch over you."

"Well, Harry can do that."

"Of course," Harry said.

The doctor took out a small bottle and sprayed an icy liquid over my cut. It was supposed to numb the area so I wouldn't feel anything when he put in the stitches. Whatever it was, it worked. I didn't feel a thing. "There you are, Brook. Keep the area clean. If you get worse, even by a little you tell someone. Nothing matters if you're dead."

Harry thanked the doctor and as he showed him out said, "And please remember, this needs to stay between us."

"Got it. It seems all I do anymore is keep secrets."

"What does he mean?" I asked as Harry closed the door.