The Alpha’s obsession

Lavelle wakes up in a hospital bed. She sings painfully throughout her body like the wheel of a big tow truck. Slowly she touched his forehead, which was still wrapped in a heavy roll of gauze. “Oh, for Christ’s sake. How can I lie down here,” Lavelle whispered. Lavelle tried to grab a call button on the top right corner of the hospital bed. The squeaking noise of the worn bed wheel seemed deafening at the time. On and on, she was angry that she couldn’t get to the button. A few minutes after she decided not to push the call button.