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“You're the one in the hospital bed, dear,” she informed me.
I looked down at myself, suddenly exhausted all over again.
“Alil's al-mother attacked me,” I mumbled mournfully. “I knew everyone would be mad, but didn't expect that.”
“She shouldn't have done that,” Al-mother said firmly. “You're lucky you are both still alive.”
I shut my eyes, sighing.
“I can understand,” I admitted. “It was probably her biggest fear, and it came true. Her son was bonded without an auction, or ceremony, or anything...”
Neither of them said anything.
“Where is Alil?”
“At home,” Om-father told me. “Asleep in your bed.”
That was an interesting thought. One I had never imagined becoming a reality. Suddenly, I was sure that my own bed, in my own bedroom was the coziest place on the planet. How I would love to be under the covers right now, cuddling my mate while we both caught up on some much needed rest.
“Can I go home?”
“I'll call the medic,” Al-mother said, standing.
It didn't take long for me to be released, but it felt like ages. I was slightly stiff and sore, but not enough for them to be able to keep me from being with Alil.
My parents helped to walk me home and to my surprise, those we passed didn't glare at me anymore. One of our neighbors even stopped us to ask how I was feeling.
“What is happening?” I wondered. “Why is no one acting like they hate me?”
“No one hates you,” Om-father said softly. “We will talk more about it after you have rested.”
I allowed them to help me down the hallway toward my room and into it.
I stopped there though, because seeing Alil's form curled up in my bed, his purple hair spread out on my pillow, nearly overwhelmed me with emotions.
For a moment, I couldn't move at all.
How did everything look the same in here when so much had changed? It felt like my two worlds were colliding, the physical and what was within my heart. I had never had my heart out in the open before, yet there it was, right in my bed for everyone to see. For everyone to know me.
“I'll go get you some water,” Om-father said, and he took Al-mother with him, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my lover.
I watched his peaceful breathing for a while longer, and then I crept up to the bed, and as slowly and carefully as I could, I climbed under the covers with him.
Despite my efforts to not wake him, Alil's eyes fluttered open, revealing his striking, amethyst gaze.
“Addy!” he whispered, wrapping his arms and legs around me and squeezing.
I winced, tried to hide it, but Alil felt it and pulled back far enough to look at my face. He sat up.
Even though all I wanted was to hold him, I allowed him to pull the sides of my robe open and examine the remaining scars. I had barely glanced at them yet, but by the anger on Alil's face, they were not pretty.
His gaze darkened.
“I will never forgive her,” he said.
It was his choice, so I did not tell him not to, but I pulled him down into my arms.
“Please, just hug me again.”
