Time ✔️

Chapter Forty Six

Word Count: 1529

¬Rosie

I pace back and forth, head in my hands.

I've never been so frightened in my life. Facing the idea that my mate is dying, and there may be no cure for him, is terrifying. I've lost a lot in my life, but a mate? I can only get one, and I've come to love Time, more than anything. Most definitely more than my brothers, who have betrayed me, once again, after locking me up with little interest in letting me go.

"So, here's the plan," I say, glancing over at Time as I pace, who lays on his bed, leaning against his headboard. His shoulders are slumped, body weak, as whatever poison my brothers inflicted upon him slowly, and painfully kills him.

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to track down my brothers, and I'm going to threaten them, and get a cure," I tell him assuredly. My eyes are red, sore from all the crying I have done since he told me. "If there is one."

Time sighs, wincing. He's in a lot of pain, I can tell, yet he won't mention it, if he doesn't have to. He knows how much this is scaring me, seeing him like this, with damp hair from sweat that won't stop. A pure-blood immortal should never be on the edge of death. My brothers have no idea how bad Time's death will be for the mortal realm. It will destroy it...

"How are you going to track him down?" he asks, voice raspy, almost unrecognisable. He looks at me, redness shrouding his irises.

I hesitate. "I'm not exactly sure yet."

"And what are you going to threaten them with?" he asks again. I pause, looking at him with my hands upon my hips. He watches me, solemn. He's hopeless, having already given up, whereas I will not. When pure-blood immortals die, they are gone, there is no Death's realm.

"Also not so sure of that yet," I admit, coming to sit next to him on the bed. He gives me a feeble smile, breaking my heart as the light in his gold eyes begins to die out. I hold his hand, feeling the warmth, wishing his temperature would go down. How close he is to death, we don't know, but I'm hoping he will hold on for a while longer.

"Your plan doesn't exactly sound like it's going to work," a voice says from behind me.

Rolling my eyes, I look over my shoulder at Thought, who lounges casually back in his seat. The moment I shared with him what happened, he demanded to be at Time's side, despite everything between them. But he has been awfully cynical since he has arrived, having as many ideas as I do.

"I don't need your commentary, Thought, I'm thinking," I mutter, wishing he would just leave me and Time alone. No, he deserves to be with his brother as much as I do...

"We will figure it out," Time murmurs, fingers weakly stroking the top of my hand.

"We don't have time for that," I say, trying not to sound frustrated, but I can't help it. Time would be the same in this situation as me. "All I know is that I'm going to try my hardest to find them, and get a cure. I'm not going to let you die."

"We don't even know if there is a cure," Thought mutters, tilting his head back. I wish he was easier to ignore, but despite not wanting it, I may need his help.

"You're not being helpful, Thought," I growl. "This is your brother, do you not care?"

"Of course I care. I'm a single moment away from going straight to wherever your brothers are, and killing them," he snaps back, making me flinch. His silver eyes blaze, telling of how serious he is. He would kill my brothers, at the risk of Time's wrath. However, he has no reason to be scared, no real reason to hold back, except-