What's A Mate? COMPLETED

Chapter 45 Good Morning, Kanye...

:Shane:

My eyes open. I guess I dozed off.

I look around the room.

Where am I?

Oh, yeah. I was ordered to sit on this couch as-

"Where the fuck is my mate?!" I shoot up.

A nurse stalks towards me. "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"My mate?!"

"I'm afraid that isn't-"

"Where is Tyler Hutton?!" I'm seeing red, and only he can calm me down. If they have done something to him...

"Are you family?"

"Yes! I'm his damn mate! Where along the lines of 'Where the fuck is my mate?' did you not understand?!"

"Sir, he is in another room, recovering from brain surgery."

"Well, where is my mate?! Take me to him!"

"Sir, you need to be quieter. Follow me." She clutches her clipboard to her chest and leads me out of the room.

"How long was I asleep?"

"It is 4:00 in the afternoon, sir."

I frown, dread filling me. "I've been asleep since yesterday?"

"It depends what time you got here, sir." She opens a door quietly. "Here you go. He will be asleep for awhile."

I nod, and enter the room, taking a seat is a plastic chair, bringing it up beside the bed.

His face is cleaner, now. I take his hand in mine.

He must be in immense pain from the surgery.

"Mr. Hutton?"

I turn around, annoyed to still have people talking to me.

"We are estimating Tyler Hutton will be asleep for a good hour, yet."

"Okay."

"His surgery went well. He will be sore for a couple days. He will take around four to eight weeks to fully heal."

I nod. 

The doctor then leaves and I look back at my mate.

I try to open the mate bond, but he's sleeping, so it doesn't work. I sigh in frustration, because I can't take away any of his pain.

A smile graces his lips. "I won't allow you to do that," he croaks out, quietly.

I grin and tighten my grip on his hand.

"Ow, fuck."

"Sorry. How was your sleep?"

"First, close the damn blinds."

I chuckle lightly, leaning over to shut them, and regaining my slouching position.

"My sleep was alright."

"Good," I say, smiling.

"Until you got here."

I frown. "I woke you up?"

Before he can respond, there's a knock at the door.

Jack comes in quietly, checking Tyler over.

I feel a low growl rip through my throat, before I realize he is straight and has a mate.

You never know, though.

I push Rhonen back.

"What do you want?" I grumble. Why can't I have more than two seconds alone with Tyler?