It's been about four days since I've been in the hospital. I still haven't been able to remember anything, and Layla has yet to visit me. Honestly, I don't care that she hasn't visited yet. It shows how much she actually cares, and it's not much. I understand that she cares that I got hurt, but she needs to accept the fact that it was apparently a legally abiding fight. Even if I did forget everything that happened, I know that Jax wouldn't lie to me about something like this.

Jax still hasn't left my side. He keeps going on about not letting anything else happening to me. I understand where he is coming from, but he needs to also take care of himself. He can't just keep worrying about me and stop taking care of himself entirely. I know when I end up being able to leave the hospital things will change but I'm just very worried about him right now.

We were currently watching the tv when the doctor came in.

"Luna, Alpha, I have some good news." Jax perked up and gave the doctor his full attention.

"Can Dakota leave?" The doctor smiled and nodded.

"Yes! She is healthy enough to leave and go back to your home. I will get the release papers." The doctor bowed before he left and I grew nervous. I was going to see a lot of people I don't even remember. Jax looked at me with a sympathetic smile.

"It'll be alright. I can let everyone know that you have amnesia, and let you rest mentally for a few days." I nodded and sighed. The doctor came back with the papers and I signed them. Jax had his sister bring me some clothes a couple of days ago, so I didn't have to worry about getting clothes. I really liked his sister, she was really nice and we got along great. I got dressed and Jax and I left the hospital. It felt weird to walk again since I was laying down in a bed for so long. It felt nice to be able to properly stretch though. Jax and I piled into a car that was brought to the hospital and we drove back to his house.

I saw the outside of it and was surprised. I couldn't remember if I had seen it before, but it was really a spectacular home. There was a nice garden and it was fairly big, definitely bigger than my house. We stepped out of the car and made our way inside. The inside was even better than the outside. Jax had pictures hanging up everywhere, there was really nice furniture in the living room, there was a really big kitchen, the fireplace was beautiful, I absolutely loved it.

"So, at some point, I will be living here with you?" I looked up at Jax and he smiled and nodded.

"Yes, this will be our home when you decide you are ready to move in with me." Jax kissed my head and I felt the tingles linger as my heart fluttered. I couldn't think of any reason why Layla would want me to reject him. He's very sweet and he obviously cares about my well-being. He watched me as I walked around the main floor of the house. He watched me as I inspected every little thing. I ended up stumbling upon a picture that had who I assumed to be was his father.

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"Was this your father?" I asked and he sighed as he walked up behind me to gaze at the picture.

"Yes, it was." Jax obviously didn't like talking about it, so I cut the conversation there. I didn't want to upset him in any way. I would like to ask him if he has grieved for his father, but from what he has told me, they didn't have the best relationship. I lean into Jax while staring at the photo and sigh. After what I was told, I wish things had gone differently. I wish everyone was on better terms.

"Come on, Dakota, please don't feel bad. I do not miss him. I grieved when he died and now I am fine." I looked at him in confusion. Jax chuckled dryly.

"Sorry, mind-reading," He rubbed the back of his neck and I blushed a deep crimson.

"Don't be afraid to ask me any kind of question. I will gladly answer it." Jax kissed my forehead and walked away from the photos.

"Alright, I will." I walked around the house with him. He showed me the upstairs and I felt happy while spending time with him. After the tour, he took me back downstairs and we sat on the couch. There was a type of awkward silence that surrounded us.

I started to think about my werecat.

Was she okay? Jax had said something about being able to feel his wolf in the back of his mind, and I am able to do the same for Butter. I focused on feeling something, but I didn't feel anything. I also remember Jax telling me that we are able to communicate with our cats and wolves and I tried.

'Butter?' I waited for a response.

Nothing.

'Butter? Can you hear me?'

Still nothing.

I sighed and laid back on the couch.

"What's wrong?"

"I remembered how you told me I could talk to Butter, and I tried and she didn't answer. I don't even feel her." Jax pulled me into a hug.

"It's alright. She will come out when she is stronger. She's pretty weak right now, so try not to expect anything for at least another week."

"But it's already been almost a week. How long does it take for werecats to heal?"

"The same amount of time as werewolves, but it all depends on the injury. Obviously, the worst injuries will take longer to heal. You need to remember that you both almost died in the fight with my father, and you both flatlined after the fight a couple of times. then you were in a coma, and then she forcibly woke you up which takes an ungodly amount of strength. Then you were attacked and now you have amnesia. Both of you have been through a lot, and she is probably in her own little coma or some kind of hibernation to heal herself. Just give her time, she will come out when she is better. I promise. If anything were to happen to her, Ryder and I would know, and so would you." Jax kissed the top of my head and I felt the tingles shoot through my head. I snuggled into him and sighed again, but this time out of content. Jax really is a wonderful mate.

I grabbed a blanket that was on the back of the couch and decided I wanted to take a nap.

"Sleep well, Dakota." He kissed my cheek, laid down, and pulled me into his chest while adjusting the blanket on my back.