88. Make or Mar
AURELIA
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My chest rose and fell rapidly and tears streamed down my face. I felt useless. Completely useless and broken, I struggled to get a glimpse of Kyle who was surrounded by healers and doctors, collectively restraining him as he kicked vigorously and cried out, horror loud in his voice.
Kyle was experiencing another episode. One of many in the past two days and I was losing my mind.
Thankfully, Katie wasn't in the hospital to witness this particular one but sadly, my daughter had witnessed more than enough to know that her brother was suffering and the hospital wasn't helping him.
"What's taking him so long?" Inara sniveled and I instantly knew she was talking about Alpha Tristan who still hadn't contacted me in the past two days.
I was becoming anxious and very scared. Seeing Kyle fight with unseen demons was killing me and I couldn't help but hate myself for putting my son through this torment.
"Perhaps he is taking his time because there is no hope for Kyle," I muttered back to my wolf, tears rolling down my cheeks as Kyle's muffled screams beat my eardrums, inflicting pain all over my body.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.
"You don't believe that." Inara whimpered but even she couldn't argue with me. We both knew Tristan was an efficient man. If he had found anything, anything at all, he would have called me and helped me heal Kyle.
After several minutes of futile efforts, Phoebe walked up to me, leaving the rest of the team look after Kyle. She avoided my gaze as she said, "We don't know what to do, Aurelia. We've tried everything. We tried the same treatment method that we used on everyone you found in the basement but even that has not made much difference for Kyle."
I let out an audible sob but Phoebe still had more to say, "In fact, after everything we've done, Kyle's system is beginning to resist treatment."
"W-what next?" I cried, longing for hope even if it was a tiny shard of it.
"Kyle's mind has to heal on its own. We can't keep administering medicine or we will hurt him-"
"Oh, my baby..." I cried out, staggering backward but Phoebe's hands caught me before I could lose balance.
There were no words to describe the ache in my chest and the difficulty I experienced when I tried to breathe. I could see a part of me dying yet there was nothing I could do. I mean, what if Kyle's mind doesn't heal?
What would become of my son?
He isn't even six years old yet.
Tears blurred my sight and my struggle to breathe didn't go unnoticed by Phoebe who pulled me into her arms without hesitating. I cried in Phoebe's arms until I heard Raiden clearing his throat behind me.
When did he get here?
He had left me alone with Kyle earlier this morning to attend to Iris.
I swirled around to face him, thinking I would see Raiden but my eyes found Iris before they settled on Raiden. I quickly wiped my face, assuming it was best not to show Iris my sadness as she was still recovering herself.
"You don't have to act strong, child. You're his mother and no mother wants to see their child suffering." Iris stepped closer to me and took my shaky hands in hers.
If I wasn't crying, I'd have noticed the changes in Iris's appearance even though it's only been a couple of days since I found her in the basement. She was recovering but my son wasn't-
"I'm here to help, Aurelia. I'm old and rusty but let me see what I can do." Iris shocked me, cracking her knuckles What can she do to help? As far as I knew, Iris wasn't a healer and even if she was, many other healers have been trying to help Kyle but to no avail. "Can we have the room to ourselves, please?"
Iris spoke to the medical doctors and the healers in the room and they exchanged looks but didn't try to argue with Iris.
"Are you sure about this, Mom? You are still healing-" Raiden began when it was just us in the room with Kyle. even Phoebe left with her colleagues.
Iris countered, trudging towards Kyle, "Even on my dying bed, I'd take my grandson's demons away. You can't stop me from trying."
Saying I was lost would be an
understatement but I swallowed my question and paid attention as Iris sat beside Kyle who was still kicking and whimpering to himself. She placed one of her hands on his
forehead and the other on his chest. She closed her eyes, silence
dominating the room as P
anticipated.
Right there before my eyes, Kyle stopped kicking. He relaxed into Iris's touch and within two minutes Kyle stopped whimpering. In fact my son fet out a sigh before his eyes fluttered open like he hadn't scared three decades out of my total
lifespan.
I chortled, simultaneously sobbing when I saw my baby's blue eyes. It's been forever since I saw those pair of orbs. Although Katie has identical ones, it wasn't quite the same.
"Ba-baby..." I sobbed, emotions crashing within me.
Kyle looked past Iris whose eyes were still closed. I saw fear in his eyes before recognition flashed through them and my baby mouthed, “Mama..." Funny how one word could make or mar us.
How I've missed that word.
I can't recall how I reached Kyle's side but I knew I had my son in my arms in a jiffy.
"M-mama, w-why are you crying?" Kyle's voice was low but his emotion was louder than ever.
My baby seemed confused. Hell, I was confused but before I could ask Iris what she did to Kyle, Iris collapsed and it took Raiden's intervention to save her body from hitting the hard floor of the hospital room.
Raiden exclaimed, "Mom!"
But silence was all he got.