The Gamma He Thought Could Survive Anything Chapter 07
Lyra’s POV
When I came to, I was in the clinic of a neighboring pack.
A nurse smiled at me.
“Two hours observation. Temp stays normal, no discomfort you’re out.”
I touched my chest. My heartbeat. Still unreal.
I’m really alive.
Two hours later, I got out of bed, ready to leave.
The nurse stopped me. “The guy who came in with you –not gonna check on him?”
She pulled the curtain. A young man in the next bed smiled, shy.
After talking with him for a while, I finally learned what had happened.
His name was Dorian Vex.
He’d been hiking through the mountains that day, looking for inspiration, when he found me and rescued me.
On the way down, he’d slipped down a small landslide.
I escaped without a scratch. He broke his arm.
Since he’d taken a different route off the mountain, no
one from Mossvale Pack had ever found us.
I looked at Dorian’s pale face and fell silent.
The one closest to me stole my survival. A stranger broke his arm to save me.
“What is it?”
I snapped back. “Nothing.”
Dorian smiled. “If you’re bored, you don’t have to stay.
I’m fine alone.”
I shook my head.
“I can’t. I’ve been given a mission.”
My mom had told me to look after the man who saved my life.
Two hours later, Mom arrived carrying bags full of food and supplies.
Theron came with her.
The moment I saw him, I expected hatred, I expected resentment. Instead, I felt nothing.
After surviving death once, I understood just how precious life really was.
I wouldn’t waste another second on someone who drained me.
I never told Mom what Theron had done. Didn’t want her to worry.
It had only been two days. He’d thinned. Dark circles,
exhaustion carved into his face.
He stepped closer, eyes glistening.
“Lyra. You’re here. Thank the Moon Goddess.”
He reached out, careful.
“I thought this was a dream. Every night, you left.”
I slapped his hand away.
“In reality, I’m leaving too.”
“Respect the boundary.”
Dorian called from behind me.
“Lyra? Could you wash an apple for me?”
I hesitated for a second before nodding.
Theron stepped in front of me.
He stared at Dorian, his expression turning hostile.
“Who is he?“!
My voice stayed cold. “None of your business.”
Theron frowned.
“None of my-?We…”
He stopped. Embarrassment flickered.
I shrugged. “We’re done. You believe in maximum
returns, right? Don’t waste time on a loss. Cut it.”
Theron stood there, frozen.
I picked out an apple from the bag, washed it, then
carved it into a little rabbit before handing it to Dorian.
His eyes curved. He studied the rabbit like he didn’t know where to bite.
“I’m about to destroy a tiny work of art.”
Theron leaned against the wall, watching us quietly.
His expression was unreadable.
By the time I started washing the grapes, he was gone.
After he left, I turned to Dorian.
“Sorry. Used you back there.”
Seeing him act normal–it grated.
How do you hurt someone like that and just stand there?
So I wanted to see him pushed aside.
I saw it. The shock. Regret. But it didn’t feel good.
Staring at someone else’s regret only drains you.
Seeing yourself is what heals.
Dorian chuckled. “That was pretty childish.”
He smiled. “It’s okay.”