DESTINED MATE : SWEET ALPHA PHEROMONE
Chapter 87 - GRUVV’s POV

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 - GRUVV’s POV

Slowly, I was able to open my eyes. I thought I would be fine, but in fact I had to go back to learning a basic like a child. Father said that the blow to the back of my head was so fatal, I went into a coma for six months and my body couldn’t function properly. Like a child I couldn’t control my own body, I couldn’t hold chopsticks or even a spoon, my muscles felt so weak.

"All the muscles in your body are a little stiff, we always massaged them during your coma, but it doesn’t seem to have much effect." Father said to me when I tried to sit on the bed for the first time.

I couldn’t speak properly either, everything seemed foreign to me now. Father was always beside me, sometimes I dreamt about my childhood memories where I was in the playroom built for my fifth birthday. There was no one there but my nanny.

What I missed when I was a child, Father now do for me. He combs my hair, he helps me to wipe my body, he’s also in the same room with me all day.

A therapist would come to me in the morning after I finished breakfast, he would massage my whole body, help me to bend my legs on my own, and support my body to learn to stand, all of which was hard because I was used to going through it alone.

Besides Father, who was always there in my hospital room, dad and Joshua often came to visit. They never once mentioned Shiloh’s name whenever they came over, they just asked how I was doing, then talked about work and that was that.

"Cross is taking care of a lot of company business, he can’t come." Father said, I didn’t ask but he explained.

From the way they acted, I could tell they were trying to act normal in front of me as if nothing had happened. As if what happened in the past year never existed. Shiloh, Gil, Seth and everyone just seemed to disappear.

"Your old phone is broken, here’s a new one..." Father handed me the new phone one afternoon when I was looking out the window from my bed, I took the phone and held it in my hand.

When I was alone, I checked the phone and there were only the numbers of my family members, George and Shin. There was no longer the name that was always at the top of the list. Shiloh. I don’t remember whether my phone was actually broken or Father replaced it for some reason.

I tried to observe what happened after I lost consciousness for six months, but I couldn’t guess at all. There was no television in this VIP room, I wanted to look up the news on my cell phone but Father hadn’t even connected Wi-Fi to it. Even Joshua who usually talks so much is just quietly doing his paperwork in my room.

I haven’t been able to talk much and it’s making me a little frustrated.

I really felt like something was happening, I knew I was in a bad place but I secretly hoped that my family would explain to me what was going on with Shiloh, even though I knew I couldn’t accept it.

I wonder what Samuel Foster did to him that day.

"Oh, you’re awake?" Joshua walked into the hospital room, he was carrying a black bag over one shoulder, headphones around his neck, he was wearing his usual bomber jacket.

He put away his bag, walked over to the sink and washed his hands before sitting back down on the sofa and pulling out his laptop onto the table.

"Are you busy?"

Joshua looked up when he heard my voice, "Oh, you can talk already?" He asked in surprise, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, "Yeah, I’ve been a little busy. I took over your position..."

I nodded, before the incident of Shiloh’s disappearance, that day Joshua and I had just finished discussing the takeover of the underground, it was natural that he was now busy with underground affairs.

"How are your classes going?" I asked again.

He looked at me, his blue eyes that I used to envy so much looking at me guessing what I would ask again after he answered the question.

"There is no problem." He said.

I turned my eyes in another direction. I wanted to ask about Shiloh, about Seth, and what happened to Gil and Samuel but it seemed like they had their own reasons for hiding it from me.

"You can still smell the pheromones?"

Both my eyebrows went up at that question, "Of course, it’s still the same I still can smell everything, my nose is working fine." I said.

Joshua looked down deeply, now I was much more curious about what happened.

"Isn’t it already spring?" I asked again, changing the subject because I knew that he wouldn’t answer anything.

"You slept too long, it’s already late spring." He said in a half-whispered voice, still lowering his face.

"I didn’t know I’d be in a coma for that long, I thought I was fine."

"You’re not fine, Father almost went crazy hearing you stop breathing."

I fell silent hearing that, my gaze still thrown towards the window with the yellowish sky outside. Father told me that I was rushed to the hospital after not breathing for a while, they did first aid before I was taken and admitted to the ICU.

"Can you take me out for a walk?" I asked then, I turned my head and found Joshua’s face so surprised by my question.

Oh, there’s something here.

"I-I have to ask Father first, I mean, the doctor, I have to ask his permission first. Are you bored in the room?" He asked stammeringly, his blue eyes running here and there looking for an excuse. There’s something here and I don’t know what it is.

I shook my head, "No, I can’t even do anything right now. I’ll just wait for the doctor’s approval."

I didn’t say anything else, I just stared at the window from my bed. I knew there was something, but I didn’t know what it was. Is Shiloh also in this hospital? But, why did they hide it if Shiloh was still alive? Didn’t they hide his death because they were afraid I would go crazy?

Of course they did. I’m talking like this because I haven’t heard it directly, I think if they had said that Shiloh was dead, I wouldn’t be this calm.

I gripped my blanket, even thinking about it made me sick. Then what? Why are they acting like this?

I lay down, staring at the ceiling and now all I hear is the sound of Joshua’s laptop keyboard. I don’t want to think about anything anymore, I will try to prepare my heart in case Father tells me that Shiloh is no longer in this world.

I closed my eyes, my chest felt tight, thinking about it already made me want to cry. I tried not to shed any tears, I didn’t want Joshua to worry.

I thought I would be happy in this world, having met the person I love, the mate I was destined for, I thought I would be happy forever. I thought I had done everything for Shiloh.

Even though I want to give him everything, I want to give him much greater happiness.

I woke up in the middle of the night after hearing voices from outside my room, I was still lying in bed and faintly heard Joshua’s voice talking to Father. The voices were quite close so I guess they were talking right in front of my hospital room door.

I sharpened my hearing, trying to listen to their conversation.

"We have to tell Gruvv anyway, he can’t keep wondering what’s going on by himself." Joshua spoke with a slight rise in his voice.

"Be quiet, you’ll wake him up!" Father sounded worried.

"The nurse just gave him sleeping pills, he won’t wake up. Please Father, do something. I was so surprised when he started talking to me, he’s already starting to talk and later he’ll ask a lot of questions. What should I say?" Joshua half whined at Father.

"Look, he won’t ask anything. He’s kept quiet these past few days. If he asks you about Shiloh, there’s no need to answer. He can’t be shaken, he’s recovering. The doctor said we shouldn’t tell him news that would shocked him, he still can’t support himself, Josh. You saw for yourself how Gruvv was unable to hold his own spoon to eat."

There was a long silence before I heard Joshua sob, "It’s not fair, Father He has to know the truth too."

My chest heaved, I closed my eyes, my tears falling. That’s right, my guess was right, Shiloh had died that day. Samuel Foster must have killed him after seeing us storming his residence that day, I should have known, there was no more hope for me to hear the news that Shiloh was still alive. He, and our child, were gone.