Chapter 94
Aurora’s POV
Why haven’t I heard anything yet?
I glance at my phone again and sigh. It’s been so long since I saw Mrs. Ashford that I’m beginning to become concerned. She said she would be in contact soon, but she hasn’t called or messaged me about the blood tests.
Are they having trouble reading the blood? I didn’t think that someone as highly praised as Madame Maura would have difficulties, but then again, I don’t know. This is all new to me, and I don’t know anything about magic.
I glance at my phone again and pick it up. If she won’t call me, I’ll call her. It couldn’t hurt, right?
Scooting to the edge of the bed, I grab my phone and dial Mrs. Ashford’s number. It rings a few times before the line connects, and she answers.
“Aurora, you must be a mind reader,” Mrs. Ashford says, catching me off guard. “I was just planning to call you.”
“Oh, that’s good. I wanted to see if you had an update on my blood.”
“This is why I was planning to call you,” she says. “I would like to invite you back to my pack to speak with Madame Maura. Is Alpha Thorne with you?”
“He’s not, but he’ll be home in a few hours.”
She hums and then speaks, “I do have news to share with the both of you, so I will speak with Alpha Thorne and plan for you to make a trip up. This time, I’ll make sure there aren’t any complications during your travels. How does that sound?”
I smile, realizing she’s much nicer than I originally thought.
“That would be good. I’ll let Thorne know that you’ll be calling him.”
Unable to sit around the house any longer, and since I’m not allowed to go to work today because Thorne said I need to rest, I decide to visit Sophie. I haven’t seen her in a while, but when I walk into her hospital room, I pause.
A male doctor is at her bedside, checking the machine that tracks Sophie’s vitals. He’s older, yet still handsome, like werewolves tend to be. I can’t guess his age, since werewolves always look younger than they are, but if I had to, I’d say he’s probably in his late fifties or older. His silvery-white hair kind of gives him away.
I watch quietly as they talk, rubbing my own silver hair and wondering if people think it makes me look old. I bet I could ask Thorne, but then again, he would never say a negative thing about me, so I would get a sugar-coated answer, at best.
And that thought makes me smile.
“Rora!” Sophie’s happy voice makes me look up, and I smile.
Moving to my sister’s side, I press a kiss to her forehead and take her hand. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good. Doctor Grayson has been taking good care of me,” she grins, motioning to the man.
“Thank you for helping my sister. I was afraid for a while that she wouldn’t be able to stay here, and we’d have to find somewhere else to take her,” I admit, thinking of the way the nurses treated us.
Doctor Grayson steps around the bed, looking me up and down before speaking, “How do you mean? Is there a problem I’m not aware of?”
“Not anymore. My… My boss helped us out and everything is fine now.”
“And who do you work for…”
“Aurora. My name is Aurora, and I work for Alpha Thorne Blackwood as his assistant,” I answer.
“You and your sister don’t resemble each other much, and your blood types don’t match at all,” he says. “I thought to ask family to donate blood, but you’re incompatible. Do you two have the same parents?”
An odd question, but I guess it’s nothing too strange. I remember the nurses asking all kinds of questions when Sophie first came to the hospital.
“No. I’m adopted.”
Sophie squeezes my hand, and I notice the confusion and pain in her eyes. Mom said she told Sophie, but I can imagine finding out was a big surprise for her like it was for me. I haven’t been able to talk to Sophie about it yet, but to me, it doesn’t matter.
“Sophie is my sister no matter what, and I’ll do anything I can to help you make her better,” I tell Doctor Grayson. He nods and writes something on his clipboard. Leaning forward, I study the man’s face, trying to remember if I’ve seen him before.
He looks a bit familiar, but I think I would remember someone like him if I’d seen him.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but are you new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you,” I say, rubbing my thumb along Sophie’s knuckles in a comforting gesture.
“I’m a temporary fill in for the time,” Doctor Grayson answers. “Has your hair always been that color?”
“My hair?” I’m not unused to people commenting on it, so it’s not the strangest thing he could have said, but under the circumstances, it’s a bit odd.
“Mom said it was like that even when she was a baby,” Sophie says, smiling at the two of us. “We have pictures to prove it.”
I chuckle at her excitement, and Doctor Grayson smiles, “There’s no need for proof. It was merely an observational question. To answer you fully, I am a temporary Doctor brought in to help with your sister’s condition. In our world, we don’t usually deal with conditions like kidney failure, so the hospitals aren’t always prepared.”
I nod, understanding that werewolves don’t get sick often.
“I will be administering several medical tests to determine if Sophie is currently able to undergo a kidney transplant,” Doctor Grayson explains. “She has already been put on a list and is near the top, and I want to begin the process so she’s ready when her name comes up.”
“Really? I didn’t know that was an option. The nurses never mentioned it to me.”
Sophie squeezes my hand again as the doctor nods.
“You’re very lucky to have a boss and a friend who are of a high enough status to push for better treatment for your sister,” Doctor Grayson says while looking up from his clipboard. “Luna Ashford and Alpha Thorne requested someone look into Sophie’s condition, and I was called.”
“Thank you, Doctor Grayson. Please keep me in the loop and let me know if there’s anything I can do to help or make my sister more comfortable during the process,” I say, standing and then hugging the man.
It’s probably not appropriate, but I don’t care. He might have a way to save my sister, and I will always be grateful for that.
Sophie gasps, and Doctor Grayson stiffens as I hug him. A strange, heavy feeling tugs at my heart, and when I pull away, the man is staring down at me with wide, surprised eyes.
“I-I’m sorry. I’m just happy that someone is looking after Sophie.”
He nods again and quietly excuses himself, exiting the room and leaving behind a funny feeling inside me.
