I figured since I'm at school and since I have yearbook class and I'm usually doing nothing, might as well bring my laptop to school right? So I'm writing half, if not more, in this draft in my yearbook class at school hehehehehehehehehehehe so cool. Anyways, it will be in Dalton's POV first.

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Dalton's POV***

I didn't hesitate to get to the hospital as soon as I could. Any information about Carter's disease was considered helpful, even if it didn't say much. I was supposed to be meeting up with Dr. Han, and discussing the tests and possible treatment ideas for Carter.

One idea that I'd read about was like a chemotherapy, yet it was slightly different. It still acted the same way and dramatically killed off the patient, leaving them with scraps of life, but it was hope and hope was better than nothing. The chemo was slightly different, obviously infused with different chemicals that could act and have affect on the patients body, but it would kill both her infected and live cells. At least, that was what I read.

Upon pulling into the parking lot for the hospital, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for anything.

Carter's POV***

I studied my hands, hands that didn't seem to belong to me. My fingers shook with a strange frailness I couldn't describe, and my bones seemed ever prominent.

"How do you feel?" Nat asked, sitting on my bed, staring at me with wide eyes. I forced a smile that seemed to hurt.

"I'm alright, really," I explained with a shrug. Gavin scoffed and turned his back to me. I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring his stares of annoyance. He knew just as well as I how much I seemed to be struggling.

Suddenly, my ears and nose caught it before I did, that scent and the way he walked. I closed my eyes, anticipating.

I stayed still as I watched Dalton walk through the door with ease but determination plastered onto his face. Me, Nat, Gavin and Dr. Han cast our eyes upon the distressed Alpha. His eyes were a bit wider than usual, and he seemed like he had something he wanted to say.

"Dalton?" I rasped. My voice had become scratchy the last few days I'd been here. I noticed myself gradually growing weaker and there was nothing I could do about it. My system was starting to reject food, and so far, all I could munch on was ice cubes. I felt myself dying. With each breath I took, it took a minimal toll on my body. Day by day, I deteriorate. It's almost embarrassing. I'm a wolf, a creature bred in the night, destined to flaunt their strength and power. I felt even less than a natural human.

His dark eyes froze on me, clearly staring at me. I noticed his eyes stray to the tube I had avoided to stare at. It was my chest tube. I was too scared to look at it. As strong as I may seem, there were some things that did prove to be scary; and the tube connecting to my chest was one of them.

"D-Dalton, you arrived rather fast," Dr. Han said with a look of surprise. I raised a brow at him. Dalton? Why didn't he address him as Alpha this time?

"Natalie, Gavin, please I'd like a moment alone with my mate's doctor," Dalton said, eyes staring down the two of them. Gavin gave a light growl in his throat. Natalie frowned, but sent an apologetic look at me. She knew better than to defy an Alpha of his ranks.

She got up from the bed, turned around and began to walk out of the door. Gavin stayed frozen to the spot.

"Take care of her," He muttered with a glare at his brother before sending me an odd stare, and left the room with Nat, closing the door behind him.

As the door shut, I couldn't help but feel anxious and alone. Nat and Gavin were my friends. Dalton and Dr. Han, be it as it may, were still strangers and here I was, dying a little more, every hour.

"Carter," Dalton said, turning to face me, eyes narrowed. I barely moved an inch as he began to walk towards my cot. I couldn't stand him seeing me like this. I was a fighter. A warrior. This wasn't what I was supposed to be, not in the eyes of him anyways.

"It's possible we found a cure," He announced. "How do you know?" I asked, rubbing my throat. Dr. Han sighed and leaned against the counter.

"I did some researching last night."

I let out a low growl in my throat, causing them to stare at me with confused looks.

"You researched it?If it was researchable, then why have we not done it this, or-" I stopped to take a deep breath, seeing as my lungs began to burn.

"Why not sooner?"

Dr. Han appeared at my side, resting a hand on my shoulder. I wanted to shrug it off.

"It's rigorous treatment. In order to do it you have to be mentally and physically strong, but also weak enough to prove to the treatment it can cure you. It's a tricky form of a cure," Dr. Han said with a sigh.

"Statistically," Dalton added,"you should have died at least 2 nights ago. But you're alive and if we could guess, you have 3 more days."

I let a tremor race down my spine. I should have died. No, I could have died. And yet here they were, acting as though 3 more days was a miracle.

"So what does this mean?" I ask.

"We need to start the treatment now. Call it a form of chemo," Dalton answered.

"Why did you wait so long to do it on me? I-I could have been healthy again if we started early," I rasped.

"Like I said," Dr. Han replied, "The treatment is tricky. You have to be in just the right state, and now, you are. I didn't bring it up earlier because from the look of things, your illness should've worsened."

"Did it not?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"In other words, you were going to die, so he didn't bring it up, thinking it wasn't an option," Dalton finished. I stared at the two.

"Are you two fucking kidding me?" I couldn't help but ask, anger lacing my tone. Dalton's eyes widened in shock then narrowed angrily.

"You thought I was . . . I was supposed to die a couple days ago, so you weren't even going to try and do anything, you were just going to let me . ." I trailed off, wheezing a bit. I glared at Dalton as much as I could, hoping he felt my anger rolling off in waves.

"At first, there wasn't anything we could do," Dr. Han stated, his guilty eyes hoping to reach out to me.

"So you both were willing to let me die?" I growl, but it comes out distorted.

"Of course not, we hoped-"

"Hope isn't enough!" I shouted, feeling my anger give me a rouse of power. "You were willing to let me die, without even . . " tears blurred my vision and I couldn't have felt anymore ashamed and angry. Dalton pinched the bridge of nose and scowled at the ground. Just like my anger, guilt seemed to pour over him.

"I'll let you two discuss things," The doctor excused himself, desperate to avoid whatever what bound to happen between me and Dalton.

Dalton didn't move, but stayed routed to the ground.

"I wouldn't just let you die Carter," He said, staring at the floor.

"You expect me to believe that?" I retort.

He let out a sigh, walking over to the counter and leaning against it.

"You're going to do the treatment," He said.

"Oh so now you're ordering me?" I asked, balling my hands into weak clenched fists.

"Don't be stupid Carter, this will save your life," He said, crossing his arms and glaring at me. I turned my head from him.

"Wasn't much of a life," I muttered to myself. "Don't be dramatic," He chastized.

"Oh am I?" I took a deep breath. "I'm stuck here, without my parents at my side as I die, and watching the person designed for me, repulsed by my existence."

"I-"

But I cut him off. "No, you don't understand. You have no idea what that does to a person." I said, feeling my heart sink. Dalton said nothing, allowing me to proceed. "It kills me inside knowing I feel like this and knowing I have to be codependent. All my life, I've learned to do things on my own, and the one time I need to rely on that skill the most, I meet you, and my soul and body have no choice but to rely on you, but I don't want to. It kills me inside knowing I allow myself to feel ashamed that I'm not wanted but not only my grandmother, but my own damn soulmate. Do you have any idea how demeaning that is?" I whispered, my head beginning to hurt.

I leaned against my pillow, swallowing spit to soothe my throat.

"Carter," Dalton tried, his voice soft.

"No, don't, don't do that to me please," I closed my teary eyes, "Don't say my name like that. It just makes everything worse." I wipe my eyes with my skinny arm.

I felt him sit on the bed, his figure closer to me than ever.

"I want you to fight for your life Carter. You have a chance, a choice, to fight for it. Don't throw it away."

"Like you say, it's my life. I'll decide what I do with it."

I heard him growl. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me with a strange intensity.

"You were a surprise. A pretty little gift box, wrapped in red with a pretty silk ribbon, sitting in a dark room. I didn't expect you, not so soon anyways. I knew you were going to come soon."

I raised my eye brows. "What are you talking about?" I knew Dalton had secrets, but just what were they, and deep were they?

He rubbed a hand through his hair, casting his eyes from me. For the first time, he seemed vulnerable.

"I have seen and witnessed a lot in my years Carter. I've had many loves, and yet each ended in ways I wish not to say." He squeezed his eyes closed. What was he talking about?

"You need to listen to me when I tell you this. We are different than a lot of our kind. Predestined to meet, yes, but . . there are other obstacles."

"Why are you telling me these things?" I couldn't help ask. He rarely opened his heart from what I knew, and yet here he was, making an effort. Perhaps it was because I was dying and he knew it.

"I've told you these things, a great many times," He said, staring at the ground and clasping his hands, leaning forward.

"We've known each other for a very long time Carter."

"I'm confused."

"You should be. I was too, but it takes a while to get used to."

"What? What is it?" I asked. But suddenly, Dalton began to grin, a dark one at that.

"I'll tell you when you survive this treatment."

I glared at him, of course he'd so something like that!

"Fine, I was going to anyways," I growled. If there was a story or not, I knew I was still going to do the treatment, but I also knew he was doing this to make me feel better as well. I had to hold onto hope and refuse to give up. Whatever it was Dalton had been keeping to himself, it was about to come out of the shadows.

Ive had such bad writers block I'm so sorry it's been wayyyy too long and its a short chappie and i'm so sorry please don't be angry!!