Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 269 – All Just a Dream

Sinclair

The doctor knocks gently at the door then. I slide my eyes to him, annoyed to have another person in the room. Is this best for her, all of these interruptions?

“How is she,” the doctor asks, coming to Ella’s side. Cora moves to stand at Ella’s head, making room for him.

“The same,” I murmur, returning my eyes to my mate’s pallid face. “No changes.”

“What does that mean, doctor?” Cora asks, wringing her hands.

“Well,” the doctor replies, leaning down to study Ella’s face. “I can’t say that I’m encouraged by it. I think that if she were getting better, she would have woken by now.” He moves away from her and over to some of the machines, lifting the tape they’ve been printing for hours to read the report. But,” he murmurs, studying them. “It doesn’t seem like she’s getting any worse.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Cora asks, looking at him with pleading eyes. She, like me, wants to do something, anything.

“Go home,” the doctor says frankly. “Get some rest. There’s nothing you can do for her here. So go home, prepare yourselves.”

“Prepare ourselves?!” Cora gasps, her eyes going wide. “For –”

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“For whatever’s next,” the doctor interrupts, meeting her eyes evenly. “It’s not going to do any good to panic. If she survives, she’s going to need you, all of you.” He glances around at the rest of us as he says this. “She’s going to need you to be strong for her, so it doesn’t do any good to stand around her worrying. I would recommend that you go home and let us care for her here.”

Cora nods anxiously, but I can’t help the anger that builds in me.

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“I am going nowhere,” I snap, my eyes fixed on the doctor, who comes back to the bedside now.

“I understand,” he replies, meeting my gaze. “But you two,” he says to Cora and Roger, “I don’t recommend that you stay.”

herself and nodding. Then, she looks to me.

room without another

a little as looks at the empty door through which

I

moves to his side. “Sinclair,” she says, her

at her. What

Sinclair,” she insists. “The doctor is right – we’re not doing

up, she’s going

“I’m not…I can’t rest. Not when she

the sentence. Can’t even think the

understand. But then she starts,

her dreams?” I snap my head, looking towards her. “Can you…” she waves a hand towards Ella’s still form. “Can you do that? Can you meet here there?

teeth. Why the hell hadn’t I thought of that?

She has to bring me into the dream, and I don’t know…” I lean forward to look at her. “I don’t

flutter of hope within me. Could it be

begs. “Please, try. It

it for a moment and then, slowly, I begin to nod. “All right,” I agree, against my better judgement. If I fall into a sleep…and she’s not dreaming, or I don’t…god damnit, the waste of time. I would never forgive myself if she…if

command, not looking at them. “I do

from the room, closing the door behind them. I take a long moment, then, to look at my mate. To

to meet you, trouble,” I murmur to her. “Please, let me

Ella

think, giggling to myself as I spin around in my little dream forest. It’s so good to be back here – where the air

in circles, like I used to love to do as a little girl, laughing as I go. “Spin, spin,” I sing, biting

towards her, she’s gone. Silly pup, where is she of to? I hear her again, and spin towards her, seeing a flash

myself, frowning, looking for her, and am hit with a sudden waive of

laughing at myself. Silly girl, making myself sick. I throw myself back on the gra*s then, enjoying the feeling of it

doesn’t though. It worsens, making my head

my hands to my head. Silly girl, silly dream. Suddenly my head spins of its own avail and I close my eyes against it, not wanting

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