[@Dark Light]

Saoirse was in a daze, her eyes were glazed over and were constantly wandering, unable to focus on one thing. However, she could hear him and smell his scent, along with the scent of another wolf. She eventually felt his touch against her cheek. She leaned her head against Dorian's hands. Finally, Saoirse managed to focus him; she smiled weakly. Suddenly, a wave of pain tore through her chest, a broken scream of pain followed. After the pain subsided, Saoirse was left gasping for air. A sudden memory of what Dorian said when they first arrived at the manor, followed by a memory of the security guard, flashed in her mind. She finally understood why Dorian had the scent of jealousy.

"I-I'm sorry.... I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you mad... Nngh! I should have noticed it sooner... Back... At the airport... The reason I was stopped... There was a metal wire in my bra..." Saoirse murmered, her voice was quiet and hoarse, desperately fighting to stay awake; her laugh sounded dry and weak. "The guard... Noticed the hicky on my neck.... He asked me... If my husband gave it to me... I was so embarrassed... He told me about how his wife hates it when she gets those.... I laughed and told him 'No he isn't my husband... Probably never will be... But... That's OK...' Nngh! 'I... I am happy with how things are already... He's so kind... And gentle... And warm.... To me... He makes me feel like the happiest and luckiest.... person in the whole world. And nothing could ever change that.' He smiled and asked if you were the man I was referring to.... I smiled proudly and said yes. He told me to make sure that he knows just how much you care... and love him.... Because men like that are only once in a lifetime..." Saoirse closed her eyes and smiled happily as she held Dorian's hand over her heart, pressing it firmly against her chest. "I will always... Be loyal... To you... Dorian... I promise... I promise... So... Don't cry... Don't cry... I was born to last... OK...? So no more crying...." Her voice slowly faded away, becoming softer... And softer... Until it stopped altogether and her body fell limp. He breath and her heartbeat was slow, practically nonexistent, as her mind reeled and slipped into unconsciousness.

When Saoirse finally reawoke, she was back in her bedroom. She slowly sat up, wincing, her entire body was sore and felt like hell. She blinked slowly and combed her fingers through her hair, then scratched the back of her head as she looked around her room, trying to figure out where she was. [i]"I'm back home... I wonder how long I was out..."[/i] She thought silently.