Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 267: The Wrong World

Elien;

My chest rises and falls too fast, and my fingers curl into the stiff white sheets beneath me, trying to ground myself as I stare at the man before me. I’m trying so hard to process this. Trying to deny what every nerve in my body already knows.

I’ve somehow been sent to where Elián came from.

Sent to his world. To a place where Elien don’t exist.

My lungs seize painfully, and I gulp.

I don’t say a word. I can’t.

My throat locks like it’s been glued shut as Dr. Leo—no, Lioran-but-not- really-Lioran—steps closer with cautious kindness in his gentle eyes.

He shouldn’t look like him.

He shouldn’t sound like him.

He shouldn’t be here in a world that isn’t ours!!

Yet here he is. A maddening mirror I still can’t bring myself to face.

An unwelcome ghost. I couldn’t face him in BeastHeaven, and I still can’t face him in Elian’s world.

"Hey... slow breaths," he says gently with his hands raised in a placating gesture.

"You’re safe. You’re okay." He adds, and I nearly scoff.

Safe?

Okay?

Nothing about this is okay. Nothing about this feels safe!!

There’s a volcano of emotions ripping my heart apart right now. Staring at him, I can feel so much of everything; it feels like I’ve gone numb.

My body is vibrating with a panic I can’t contain. My skin prickles, mind racing so fast it feels like lightning is crashing behind my eyes.

I am not supposed to be here. I don’t... I can’t... how do I get back?? What is this??

Lioran’s look-alike continues to speak gently—yet my scrambled mind can only catch pieces of what he’s saying.

"...glad you’re awake..."

"...we were getting worried..."

"...coma for five months..."

My vision blurs, not from tears but from fear so deep, it makes my head buzz.

Five months?

Elian’s body has been out cold for... Five months?!

My breath stutters as I realise that now that I’m awake, they’ll probably let go of me to continue Elian’s life. A life I know absolutely nothing about.

The doctor notices my reaction and quickly adjusts the blankets around me as if that would help keep me from falling apart.

"It’s alright," he whispers, and I force myself to look at him.

Is it really?? Is it really alright!?

"I know it’s a lot. Waking up after this long... It’s confusing. Disorienting." He continues, and I just stare at him.

He doesn’t know confusion.

He has no fucking clue what disorientation is.

I was just with Elian. Just sitting beside Zephan, and now—?

Now I’m in a blinding white room with a stranger wearing Lioran’s face.

I clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Lioran’s look-alike watches me carefully, obviously misreading everything.

"Elián," he says gently, as he places a hand on my knee. Maybe trying to use that simple touch to ground me.

If only he knew his face alone is making it hard for me to think.

"I know this is frightening. But I promise you’re safe. You’re in St. Helena Memorial. You’ve been here since the accident." He begins to explain, and my stomach twists like it’s folding in on itself.

The accident...

Right.

The one that Bram bastard caused and sent Elián into my body back home. The one that ripped him from this world.

The doctor sighs softly and pulls a chair up beside the bed.

"Okay," he murmurs, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"I’ll talk. You just listen. Nod if you want. Shake your head if you don’t." He says as he sits, but I don’t do either.

I am frozen. How would one not be??

He takes my silence as resignation and continues.

"You’ve been unconscious for five months," he explains patiently.

"We didn’t know how long your brain would need to recover. Some of us weren’t even sure you would wake up." He continues, and I swallow hard.

Recover?

Elian doesn’t even want to come back here, and they’ve been waiting five months for him to wake up??

"Your parents..." he begins, and his expression tightens.

"They... haven’t been here." He adds, and I raise a brow.

Of course, Elián’s parents abandoned him.

Abandoned us.

It’s not like I expected any better. There are more shit ass parents out there than parents who actually deserve to have children.

A hot pressure builds in my eyes, but I force it down because crying here feels wrong. And why will I cry? For Elian? Or for the bond of failed parents which we share??

"They... officially signed over your treatment to the state," Dr. Leo continues, voice gently apologetic, and I pause.

State? What state?

"Meaning your case was transferred to hospital social services." He adds, waiting for my reaction, but I can’t give him one.

I can’t understand half of what he’s saying.

What is "social services"??

He continues anyway, and I look back up at him.

"You were placed under the care of the hospital charity fund—"

I blink.

Charity fund.

"That’s how your bills have been covered," he adds quickly, as if trying to cushion the blow.

"We made sure you have been getting the treatment you need." He adds, and my brows knot again.

We?

Who’s "we"?

"You don’t have to look so scared. You’re okay. We’re glad that you’ve finally woken up. Even if your folks aren’t here, if you need anything, we’ve got you. I’ve got you..." He says reassuringly as he caresses my knee, and my eyes snap to his face.

Does he even realise he looks like Lioran?

Does he realise how cruel that is?

Does he realise he’s the last face I want to see right now... but also a face I’m happy I get to see again in this strange world?

He offers a small, comforting smile, and it makes my heart bleed. My Lioran used to smile like this, too.

Soft, warm, and beautiful. Like a vibrant tree of cherry blossoms against a peaceful, starry night sky with the moon shining through its branches...

"I’ve been your primary physician for four months now. I checked on you every day." He whispers with a proud smile, and I can not help the tears that blur my sight.

"It’s a miracle that you woke up," he adds with a relieved breath.

"You did it. Your mind woke up." He adds Like I should be happy about it, but my chest tightens.

No. He’s wrong.

My mind didn’t wake up.

I was torn out. Ripped away from my home, and somehow sent here.

Elian’s gentle heart...

Zethar’s guarded emotions...

Zephan’s kiss that still lingers faintly on my lips... They all feel like they’re being erased by this place.

A choked breath escapes me, and the doctor misreads it again.

"Elián, it’s okay. You don’t have to speak yet. You may have trouble forming words after being under so long. It’s normal." He says, and this time what follows is a bitter smile.

It’s the only reaction I can whip up.

I can speak.

I just... can’t right now, because if I open my mouth, I might scream and never stop.

My mind is spinning!!

I can’t stay here. I don’t want to.

I can’t... forget about... everything?? Forget about my baby??

No!! No way!!

How do I get back?

How is Elian?

Does he think I abandoned him?

Does he think I disappeared willingly?

Can he even feel that I’m gone?

Does the baby feel me gone?

The beeping spikes again, and Dr. Leo glances at the beeping thing with a small frown coating his features.

"Your heart rate is spiking. Are you in pain?" he asks as he stands up, but I just stare at him as a tear escapes my eyes.

Am I in pain?

Not physically.

But emotionally?

Existentially???

I’m in fucking shambles.

I nod, just barely, and I see panic flash in his eyes softly as he stands up.

"Alright," he soothes, moving over to and adjusting something on the infuriating beeping box. "Don’t worry. We’ll take things one step at a time. Your recovery won’t be rushed." He says, and I scoff as I look away.

Recovery.

As if this is something I can recover from. As if waking up in the wrong world is something time can fix. As if this isn’t a nightmare, wearing my Lioran’s face.

He exhales softly and pushes the chair back.

"I’m going to step out and get your assigned social worker. She’ll want to know you’re awake." He speaks as he moves toward the door.

My breath catches. If he leaves me alone here, what happens?

I will be alone. In this strange world... This strange place...

"Don’t be scared," he says softly at the doorway, mistaking my terror for something simple.

"I’m right outside. I won’t be far." He adds, and I blink.

The door shuts behind him with a soft click, and then there’s silence.

Thick, white, suffocating silence.

I grip the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turn white.

I don’t belong here.

This isn’t my place.

This isn’t my home.

"What... what do I do now?" I choke in a whisper that no one hears as tears start pouring.

I’m trapped in the wrong world, and I have no idea how to get back home.