Page 61 of Her Bully Alpha

I glanced at Sam, taking in her visions. This was concerning. "I'll go drive by her house and check on her. Where are you?"

"Mike and I are at a work convention. We've been calling Nessa every morning and night, and she has always answered, until now. I know something is wrong. I can feel it in my gut."

I nodded. "I'll go check on her, and I'll give you a call back."

I ended the call, and Sam raised an eyebrow at me. "What's wrong?"

"Kirk can't get ahold of Nessa."

Sam's eyes widened, and her face paled.

"I'm sure it's nothing," I added. "It wasn't like Nessa was pregnant."

Sam frowned and shook her head. "But they were trying to be….if she was…and she has the virus."

A wave of sickness went over me, and we were both moving quickly. We were hurrying to the car and driving across town quickly. Neither of us spoke for the entire drive until we pulled in front of Nessa's house. It was quiet, and Nessa's car was parked in the front, meaning she was there.

We jumped out and hurried to the front door. I pounded on the door. "Nessa? Are you home? Open the door."

Sam peered around the house, and took a few steps toward the open window and leaned forward, looking inside. Sam gasped. "She's on the floor."

I took a step back and slammed my weight into the door. The door gave way and was thrown open as I fumbled inside.

I got my bearings and surveyed the area quickly, Sam following behind me. We both spotted Nessa lying on the ground. A bowl was broken next to her, and a chair was tilted over next to her. Nessa had a cut down her left arm with blood all over the floor.

"Nessa!" I yelled as I reached for her. I pulled her up slightly, shaking her. Her eyes opened somewhat and she winced. "Nessa, what happened? What's wrong?"

Tears built up as I stared at her pale complexion. I kept hearing Sam's words. They were trying….if she was….and she has the virus. I couldn't imagine not having Nessa around in my life. She was like a sister to me. She had been there since we were little.

Sam bent over and grabbed Nessa's wrist. She remained quiet for a moment and looked at me. "She's got a heartbeat. Let's move her to the couch. Maybe I can heal these cuts."

I hoisted Nessa up and carried her to the couch. Sam followed after and quickly looked Nessa over. Nessa had a huge bump on the back of her head, and as Sam tried to look at her arm, Nessa pulled her arm back.

"You should phone a doctor," Sam said. "She could have a concussion if she smacked her head."

I nodded and pulled my phone back out. I scanned through my number, knowing I had to know one doctor, and then my eyes landed on Katie. I called her.

The phone rang a few times before she answered. "Well, I was expecting a call from you today."

"Katie, you're a doctor, right?"

Katie fell silent for a moment before she spoke up in a more concerned tone. "Yes, why?"

"Sam and I just got to Nessa's house, and something's wrong. She's bleeding."

"Jesus Christ, call a doctor!"

"You said you were."

"I'm not that type of a doctor! I specialize in bacteria and organisms. Not something like this!"

"Katie, tell me what to do! This could be related to the virus, which is your expertise."

I could hear the ruffling of papers, and she sighed. "Is she coughing up blood? Having any uterine pain?"

I shook my head as I looked back at Nessa. Sam had healed the cut on her arm, but Nessa was still out cold. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know."

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