Where the hell am I...

As my eyes begin to flutter they feel weighed down refusing to remain open, only allowing brisk flashes of blidning light to momentarily seep in. My head feels silent and empty apart from my heavy breathing – unsteady as it fills my ears. I try to move but my body remains numb, unresponsive as if I no longer control it. Too exhausted to respond to my desperate commands. 

The hazy feeling slips away breifly allowing the sound of muffled conversation breaking through the piercing silence to gradually seep in - accompanied by a consistent beeping. The voices surrounding me are filled with worry and concern as their words become clearer as I continue to lie there, frozen. 

                         She whines yearningly

I fight hard trying to force my eyes open but it’s no use. I feel cocooned, flooded with euphoria as my body remains powerless – unsure of what is going on. I accept the fact that my body is too tired to work and try to focus on the voices speaking as the drowsy feeling begins to grow more intense, almost intoxicating. It feels forced almost, as if I’m sedated and being dragged back into a dark and unwanted slumber.

“Yeah, Dakota picked up her scent when she entered the cities clearing-“ a familiar voice insists/  My focus begins to slip as the smothering darkness begins to creep over me “she barely had a pulse,“ he continues but his words begin to fade  out, battling alongside an unbearable ringing competing to flood my thoughts.

I feel myself become agitated as I can’t handle staying awake, feeling myself unwillingly pull away from consciousness.

 “-others ran off, we didn’t catch what attacked them,” the voice continues.  The regular beeping lingering in the background becomes a tiny pace quicker, unnoticeable to the unknown presence's surrounding me.

I push back against the growing tiredness, urgently commanding my body to stay awake. Willing every part of me to push out of this spiralling, black hole as it consumes me whole.

An infuriated voice roars, slightly broken as if he has recently been crying “Well you better find them!” - his voice is filled with an untamed rage, yet it remained hypnotic, guiding almost... I feel my wolf stir inside.

“We will brother, don’t worry” a firm voice assures him. His manner polite yet strong with compassion embedded in his tone.

I hear footfall approaching as a familiar, gentle voice pipes in “Doc says she’s lucky that cut on her neck wasn’t any higher-“ her tone softensing as the words pour from her, empathetic as she continues “-after looking at the scans the emergency team took it's clear she was already in a bad way before last night. She’s got an awful lot of scars from before, Boss…” she trails off.

I start panicking. I'm aware I don’t recognise who any of these voices belong to, let alone why they are talking about me. The beeping speeds up. It's pace becoming rapid, echoing around the unseen room causing the conversation to upruptly stop.

Rushing footsteps surround me as a large, soft hand holds my own. Gently picking it up and stroking my palm. An electric surge runs through my hand sending sparks throughout my veins, spreading throughout my body transforming into a pleasant tingle breaking through the numbness. What is this? I've never felt anything like this before...

As the feeling spreads over I hear her whine uncontrollably. I try to focus on her cries along with the warm feeling spreading within but its quickly subsided with the powerful tide of exhaustion as it begins to crawl over me - making me slip unwillingly back into unconsciousness.