Chapter 59 – Highlight Chapter from His Rogue Luna
Chapter 59 is a standout chapter in His Rogue Luna by Goddess-Of-Dawn, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Internet narrative into new territory.
Mustering up all the energy and determination I had, I closed my eyes and lifted my right arm. It was a lot heavier than normal and made me break out in a cold sweat just from the sheer effort it took.
Before anyone could stop me, I grabbed the arrow in my chest and pulled it with all my strength.
The searing pain it left in its wake was my only indicator I had taken it out. Despite the fact that more blood was gushing out of me and making me lightheaded, I had hope that I would make it.
"Artemis, stay with me!' I hadn't realised my eyes were drooping till I heard Kieran's urgent voice yell in my head.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere,' I stated, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. "I'm just tired,"
The pain in my chest was dulling down as the darkness beckoned me closer. I could feel everyone's panic around me and vaguely sensed some doctors arriving on the scene. I wanted to reassure them all that I would be fine but I barely had the energy to open my eyes again.
As I finally succumbed to the darkness, I had but only one thought stuck in my head: I did not see this coming.
For the longest time I felt like I was floating. My body was numb and my mind was quiet, lost in the gentle feeling of drifting through nothingness. I couldn't remember where I was or why I was floating but I never questioned it and let the calm rivers of darkness wash me away.
Suddenly, the gentle river wasn't so gentle anymore and I felt like a strong current was pushing me forward. I wasn't sure where this sudden rough waters were taking me but slowly, it was bringing things with it.
It started off with an uncomfortable and almost painful sensation in my chest. I couldn't reach out to rub it since the rest of my body chose to stay numb but my ears were picking up voices.
They sounded hushed and quiet, the words too quiet to hear but somehow too loud at the same time. I wanted to tell them to stop, to yell at this river that was trying to wash me away but my mouth remained shut and refused to cooperate.
Ever so slowly, the darkness around me began fading, the pitch black turning a soft grey before a blinding white light hit me. The sudden brightness made my numb body jerk slightly as I tried to shield my eyes with my hand.
The voices turned louder as I blinked in the bright light, my vision eventually coming into focus.
The first thing I saw was white. It took me a while to realise I was looking up at a ceiling. A hospital ceiling. One of my hands was gently squeezed and I turned to my right.
Kieran sat on the chair besides my bed, giving me a gentle and encouraging smile. His hair was longer than I remembered, looking shaggier and he was sporting a full scruffy beard.
"How-," I broke into a coughing fit, my throat feeling dry and scratchy. A nurse quickly scurried in with a doctor and the bed was put up in a sitting position. I took greedy sips of the water that was offered to me.
"How long was I out?" I asked, turning back to my tired looking mate.
I felt my irritation grow into full fledged anger. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up shakily on my feet, ignoring his protests as he strode towards me around the bed.
"I'm a spirit wolf Kieran, you can't stop me from doing my duty. I'm bound the moons goddess herself and I have to protect the lives of the innocent," I hissed at him.
"What about your life? Who's going to protect you?" I was a little startled by the sudden direction he took and was left momentarily speechless. He stepped closer to me, cupping my face with one hand while the other gripped my hip.
"I can't lose you again," my heart melted in my chest at the soft vulnerability in his tone and the raw emotions that swam in his ocean eyes.
"I'm sorry Kieran. But you can't keep smothering me and stopping me from doing my job every time it gets even a little bit dangerous," I argued, this time my voice a lot softer with his fingers stroking my cheek.
"And you can't risk your life at every turn and be ridiculously selfless and responsible," he murmured.
"So what do we do then, since we're caught in this Mexican standoff?" I asked, getting distracted when his lips brushed my cheek.
"Simple. We do this together. You need to let me in," I felt ashamed when he said the last part, knowing that he noticed how I put up a barrier in my mind to prevent him reading my thoughts after we marked each other.
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