“How is he? Is he okay?” I asked.
“He’s stable. It was touch and go, but we were able to repair the damage. We’ve moved him to ICU, and barring anything catastrophic, he should recover,” Randy explained.
I couldn’t stop the tears of joy and a sense of relief. “Can I see him?”
“I’ll take you back now.” Randy looked at the rest of the room. “The rest of you will have to wait here. Let’s go, Brian.”
Randy grabbed my shoulder and guided me out of the room. The beeping and buzzing of the hospital monitors still gave me anxiety, but I was going to see my mate. Edward was going to be okay.
“He’s very lucky he’s a shifter,” Randy said quietly.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Randy shook his head. “His body was already healing itself. If he was human, there was no way he would’ve made it. Ali explained he’d probably heal a lot faster too. Lucky freaks.”
“Randy, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about… about me.”
“I get it. I didn’t handle it well anyways. I probably would’ve tried to have you institutionalized.”
“All the same,” I said. “I’m sorry. I should’ve trusted you. Thank you for saving, Edward.”
Randy stopped walking. “You’re welcome, Brian. I…I know I was a dick to you for a long time. I’m sorry too.” He pointed to the open door. “We’re here.”
I hurried inside and rushed to Edward’s side. He was hooked up to a bunch of different machines that beeped and twilled. I clasped his hand.
My mate was alright. He was alive, and I was going to do everything in my power to keep him that way.
Thank you, Fate, for answering my prayer. Thank you.