Chosen Novel
CHAPTER 176

Chapter 176

Dylan POV

Insomnia….

I officially must have had insomnia, heenuse yet another night had gone by with me getting zero sleep. Well, Maybe I had dored for half an hour but it still was far from good enough. I was supposed to be getting stronger now that I was here, but everything in me was shutting down and I felt myself becoming more and more drained. The lack of sleep and the fact that the day was going to be long and tedious was making me really wish the ground could just swallow

1. up.

Still, I sighed and climbed out of the bed that was in the RV, there were already some clothes placed in the closet, so I grabbed a t–shirt that was at least two sizes too big for me and a pair of leggings that again would most likely hang off me like a sack, before making my way to the shower.

My scarred skin was always sensitive to the waters spray. Baths were absolutely fine, but showers, I had found that they often caused one of two main issues, either the pressure from the spray was too much for my mutilated skin, or the temperature would fluctuate so much that I’d feel the water burning. So naturally I set the shower to cold in anticipation and turned it on slowly making sure to keep the water pressure to a minimum.

I hated fucking showers.

By the time I was finished and halfway through getting dressed, a knock sounded on the RV door. I quickly slipped the top on and scooped my cold wet hair into a halfhearted bun before opening the door only to see Lewis. I should give him credit where it is due, he took one look at my face and instantly knew something was up.

“Goddess, did you get any sleep?!” He was quick to climb the small steps and stand in front of me, he raised his hand to cup my cheek which I was actually starting to love him doing, however For some reason unknown to me, I flinched away preparing myself to get hit, his movements were too fast for me to comprehend that he had good intentions.

Immediately he stopped in his tracks, and looked at me completely taken aback by my response, he held both his hands up quickly and took a step back away from me. I knew he would never hurt me and yet, my body reacted in a way that feared it. I chuckled in my usual awkward fashion and stepped back away from him.

“I slept a bit…” I ran my hand over my eyes out of exhaustion and shook my head then looked at his worried gaze. “Don’t ask me if I’m ok…” I swallowed hard before walking to the door he just stepped through. “I’m fine, really, So Let’s just get this over with

The walk was quiet but it

lly wasn’t uncomfortable. Having the beta with me never was. Thank you… for coming today.” My words came out daily quiet as we approached the medical tent. Lewis gave me a small smile in response and a nod of his head greatly reassured me and gave me the strength to walk in. Honestly this man’s presence alone was enough to help me.

“Your grace.” The doctor instantly greeted us and bowed low to me which in turn caused my eyes to roll. I really did hate that title. When he raised himself back to his standing position and met my form he gasped slightly. I really was a ghastly sight. When my eyes blinked their water away that formed from his reaction he let out a small cough to play off his disgust and looked at my/sorrow filled orbs. “Forgive me, I wasn’t expecting your condition to be so severe.” Great, I must have really looked a state if the doctor was saying so. “Please take a seat, I will start with basic observations.” He gestured to an actual hospital bed that was situated towards the back of the room. A panel room

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divider was then pulled over providing me with some privacy in the otherwise open spaced tent. Lewis took a seat on a small armchair that sut next to the bed and gave me yet another reassuring smile.

I did as the doctor asked and sat down on the bottom of the bed, waiting as he pulled an old cart of medical equipment over, my legs fell over the side and swung to and fro out of nervousness. The man was obviously a medical professional before this new world, and got on quickly with the task at hand. He gently took my temperature, blood pressure, he checked my pupils reaction to light stimulation, and even held my tongue down with a small wooden stick. in order to check my throat.

“You had a tonsillectomy?” He enquired as he wrote up some notes on a clipboard.

“When I was 7.” I agreed with his statement quickly and he continued to check me over.

“Is there any other medical history I should be aware of? Was there? Should I tell him about the time I slit my wrist? Or maybe the time I had my tooth knocked out of me? Those events weren’t made public. Instead I shook my head and sighed when he frowned. “Ok…” He quickly began to run his hands down the entire length of my arms, pressing slightly every few seconds as if checking they were still working. When he got to my previously burnt forearms he winced, running his thumb over the hideous scarring that now lay on them. “Did you have proper, regular medical treatment for these?”