Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 105: Dialysis

I sat hunched in the wheelchair in the hospital’s sterile waiting area, floral maxi dress draping soft and loose over my milky white legs—still limp, numb, and useless from the toxin damage.

Losing any of your body part, even for a period of ti makes you self-conscious about your health.

My raven waves tumbled glossy and loose from Hellen’s morning care, pink-polished nails tapping anxious rhythms on the armrests.

Clinical air humd oppressive: distant monitor beeps piercing quiet, sharp disinfectant stinging my nose, low haemoglobin dragging a heavy fatigue through my bones like lead weights.

Hellen knelt close before , adjusting the knit blanket over my lap with motherly care, her blonde ponytail brushing my knee soft; Reyes paced tight circles nearby like a sentinel, baseball cap tugged low over gray eyes, gloved hands flexing restless; Ivory lood broad and protective, her fra blocking the busy corridor, eyes scanning every passing nurse and gurney with cop instinct.

"Nervous, princess?" Hellen asked soft and steady, ice-blue eyes locking onto my erald ones, her thumb stroking the back of my hand in slow, soothing circles—honey-citrus pheromones blooming calming.

"A little... more needles today," I admitted shy, voice small, erald gaze flicking nervous to the frosted dialysis ward doors. "Will it hurt much? Like the injection?"

"Not too bad—mostly a boring tug and hum, promise," Reyes grunted reassuring from her pace, pausing to squeeze my shoulder firm with gloved strength, cedar-steel scent grounding like iron. "You’ve got this, Emily."

"You are just saying this to make less nervous."

Ivory nodded firm beside her, chili pheromones wrapping warm reassurance. "We’re glued here—every damn second. Want to talk us through your favourite card ga win to pass ti?"

Before I could answer, a nurse in crisp blue scrubs wheeled toward the ward—doors hissing open to reveal the sterile room—dialysis machine dominating centre stage, whirring ominous with digital screens glowing vital stats, translucent tubes coiling thick like chanical snakes from dialyzer to blood pump, recliner bed waiting under unforgiving fluorescent lights, monitors beeping syncopated rhythm.

Two nurses assisted my transfer gentle—Hellen supporting my fra steady under arms, maxi dress hiked modest above knees—settling back into the padded recliner with extra pillows propping my head and limp legs elevated slight, left arm extended bare on the padded rest, vein bulging faint under milky skin.

"Deep breath—this’ll pinch quick," the head nurse warned kind, swabbing my inner elbow with icy alcohol pad—sting raising goosebumps—before sliding the 15-gauge IV needle precise into the fistula vein doctors prepped last week.

"Emily, you can do this, okay? Just be brave."

"It’s just a small task, which you will easily conquer."

Sharp fire lanced—a quick, electric sting making hiss through clenched teeth, pink-polished fist clenching hard, nails digging half-moons into palm. "Ow—cold! Feels freezing inside..." My eyes teared up as Hellen wiped them away.

"Breathe slow now, Emily—just the start, you’re doing great," the nurse said calm and practiced, taping the needle hub secure with sothing akin to a tape, attaching arterial line.

My blood humd dark crimson through clear tubes into the machine’s dialyzer chamber—filtering toxins rhythmic whoosh-whoosh-whoosh, impurities swirling cloudy before separation.

Heparin anticoagulant dripped steady from secondary port, arm numbing faint tingle as ultrafiltration began pulling excess fluid slow.

Hellen claid the stool closest to my left instantly, lacing her strong fingers through my free hand tight—pulse grounding. "Tell more about that card ga—did you beat it yet? Royal flush twice?"

I managed a weak smile despite the tug, raven waves splaying wild across the pillow. "Almost... got royal flush twice! But stupid snake bit the last round—back to square one."

Reyes dragged two rolling chairs near my right, doffing her cap rare vulnerability—scarred scalp gleaming under lights, short salt-pepper hair tousled. "Snakes and Ladders? Old-school classic—reminds of barracks bets back in service. Loser scrubbed communal latrines for a week straight."

Ivory chuckled low and throaty from my other side, manicured hand combing gentle through my loose raven strands. "You’d win every single ti, Emily—pure luck with those dice rolls."

I pouted, "You are just teasing —I haven’t won a single card ga against any of you!"

"Would you like to play again?"

"No!"

Fatigue crept insidious as the three-hour session dragged—machine beeping steady every five minutes for pressure checks, arm growing heavy and swollen-feeling from filtration pull, low haemoglobin sapping what energy I had left till eyelids drooped heavy, chills prickling despite warm blankets.

"So tired... feels like it’ll never end, arm aches deep."

"Forty minutes left—you’re crushing it, and your vitals rock-solid," the nurse announced cheerful after checking inflow/outflow monitors, tweaking ultrafiltrate goal down 200ml to ease nausea risk. "Blood flow steady at 400ml/min, no clots."

"Almost done, Emily. You are doing great," Ivory murmured softly, her broad thumb circling soothing patterns in my palm.

"I want ice-cream after this!"

Hellen leaned her forehead gentle to mine, breaths syncing. "Eyes on , princess—count my body parts to distract. One... two on the nose..."

"It’s boring... I don’t want to count your body parts."

Reyes offered her phone propped on stand. "Snake vids? Got funny ones—tiny garden snakes doing the cha-cha. Watch."

I giggled faint and breathless, srized by wriggling clips till machine slowed final rinse cycle—saline flush warming my returning blood clean and tingling through veins, tubes emptying gradual without alarms.

Needle withdrew smooth with counter-tension—no sting, just pressure—bandage gauze firm over site, arm padded elevated.

"All clear—excellent session, Emily, toxins way down—you will get better in no ti if you continue with the process," nurse praised, unhooking lines as monitors flatlined quiet. "See you Tuesday."

Wheeled out slow and lighter-headed, exhaustion painting my features but relief flooding, I sighed deep. "Thanks, guys... couldn’t without you three holding up."

These three are really good people—helping so much, even though I haven’t done much for them. I don’t have anyone other than these three to help ... if I was alone, I would have given up in getting better. But these three alphas care about so much that I can’t help but feel grateful to them.