The Alpha Who Saved Me novel Chapter 155

Chapter 5

I find myself standing at the foot of the stranger's bed in the wee hours of the morning. I can't sleep, and so sneaking away from my mate will probably get me in some hot water, but I have ways of cooling it down. I always live by the saying 'It's easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission'. Besides, he should know me by now, and I did warn him last night that I would be coming here myself. It's not my fault he's a sound sleeper and didn't hear me tip toeing out the door.

As for the male asleep in the bed in front of me, it's hard to see his features because Doc has a gauze bandage wrapped thickly around his head. The only good sign that I see is that the male is breathing on his own and I hear a strong and steady heartbeat now.

I walk slowly around to the side of the bed and stare down at him some more. There is something about him that seems to be drawing me to him. Nothing like a mate bond, but more like a familiarity; like I should know him, but I've never seen this male a day in my life.

"Oh, Luna! I wasn't expecting to see you so early." Dr. Sands smiles as he walks to the other side of the bed with a clipboard. He's looking at the numbers on the monitors and writing stuff down.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep, so I figured I would mosey on over. I see that you were able to get his heartrate back up.”

"Yes! That's exactly what I was hoping for when placing him in the coma. If all his vitals do well throughout the day, I will bring him back. You most likely won't get any answers until tomorrow at the earliest, and that is only if he comes to on his own as well."

Well shit, I think to myself, how am I supposed to wait a whole day to get the answers that I'm looking for? Something nags at me, though, almost like a little voice telling me to touch the stranger's hand, but I don't want to do it while Jonah is in the room. So, I pull up a chair and sit at his bedside causing Doc to stare at me strangely.

"Uh, he isn't going to wake up on his own, Luna. There is no point in sitting here the whole time."

I give him a small smile, "Isn't it true that even comatose patients can hear their surroundings?"

"Well, that's depending on the injury itself, but everybody's situation is different; every injury is different."

"It doesn't matter. I'm going to sit here for a bit, and talk to him, and then maybe he will be more open when he wakes. One can only hope, Doc."

"Hey, suit yourself, Luna. It's your time, not mine." He chuckles as he walks from the room.

It takes me a few minutes to work up the nerve to try touching any part of him. I glance back at his face, "Who are you, and why are you here?" I ask out loud even though my question will go unanswered.

With a heavy sigh, I reach out, and take his hand. A jolt goes through my entire body and it's as though I've been transported to another place. I find myself in a room with two strangers, the young man that lays in the hospital bed, and an older version of him, which I'm assuming is his father.

"You can't be serious! That's all the way on another continent, who cares what happens in America?" I notice the young man has an accent of some kind.

"I don't care if they are on another planet! We must do our due diligence and get rid of the one that can possibly end us all!"