I was feeling depressed. I looked over at Everest as he was walking out of the room and talking with the doctor. The door closed as I listened to them both discussing my treatment at home, walking away from my room. He was ready to have me back home and, honestly, I was ready to be back home, in my own bed, in our room. The doctor said that I was practically fully healed but still needed rest, seeing how my beast was still weak. She didn't talk much to me as she was still mourning the loss of our pup. I felt my eyes sting with tears as my hand rested on where our pup should be growing inside of me. I sighed and laid back, pulling the blankets over me.
I buried my face in my pillows, trying to stifle a sob without success. I cried, really cried, hard, big tears streaming down my face and
