Violet's POV
The infirmary was a spacious, deceptively beautiful corridor which led to a series of closed doors. It smelt like a typical hospital; antiseptic mixed in with vomit and urine. Unwillingly, I gagged as I took in a breath. The next breath I took was through my mouth.
From behind one of the doors, I could hear a horrible, shrill screaming filled with a raw pain that cut right through me like a shard of glass. It brought tears to my eyes, the only thing holding them back the realisation that it was a woman's scream, and so couldn't possibly be Jon. Still, I turned to Jasper seeking reassurance.
"That is Milan Federa, Caspian's mother. She has been in labour for five hours now." He explained.
My eyes widened. "Is-is she ok?"
Jasper's face softened and he reached out to stroke my cheek. "Yes, baby. She will be just fine." Almost as soon as he said those words, the screaming stopped and then there was a gasp of fatigue and pure relief. Then my ears perked up at the sound of a baby crying.
I gasped, happiness filling me. A baby had just been born! It was the miracle of life.
"Can we see her?" I asked, envisioning a pale woman holding a flushed, tiny bundle wrapped securely in blankets. My, she must feel such pride looking down at the being she carried within her for nine whole months. Holding it.
Jasper smiled kindly. "Of course. But first..."
The happiness drained out of me. Of course. Jon. How could I let myself be so happy in a place of such suffering? I began to shake.
My mate noticed and took my hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "I'm with you."
The shaking stopped almost immediately. "Th-thank you." I stuttered. I swallowed the knot in my throat and gazed up at my mate, willing myself to be brave. "Which... Room is he in?"
Jasper gestured to the door we had stopped at. It was brown oak, and looked quite ancient. And behind it... Behind it was my broken brother.
"Jasper, please don't take this to heart but I- I need to face this alone."
He bit his lip, and then nodded. I saw the guilt in his eyes at what rested behind the door. "Alright. But I'll be right outside, and I'll be able to feel anything worrying through our bond."
Smiling sombrely, I reached up and held him in my arms for a few moments. There was a shocked intake of breath, and then his arms wrapped around me too. It felt warm, and safe, and right. It felt like home.
Unwillingly, I pulled away knowing that if I did not leave his arms now, I may decide to give everything up to him and I wasn't quite ready to do that. Plus, I needed to face the sight that rested just beyond the door.
I placed my hand on the door handle, but Jasper caught my arm with a touch of desperation. "I'm sorry, Violet. I'm so fucking sorry."
Tears filled my eyes, but I pushed them back, nodding at him. His beauty was almost too much for me. "I know you are, Jasper. I've forgiven you already. Now you need to forgive yourself."
Then I turned to the door and pushed it open, clicking it shut behind me.
The room I walked in to was dimly lit, and I realised after a moment that it was because of the closed curtains. The walls were threadbare white, but looked cream in the dark shading. Slowly, I inched closer to the focal point of the room: the bed.
How I wished that bed was empty. Oh, how I wished.
I lowered myself onto a chair located beside the bed, still staring at the wall. My eyes couldn't bare the heavy image of my brother. Not just yet.
Anxiously, I bit into my lip until the familiar metallic taste mixed in with my saliva. After three, I said to myself firmly.
One...
Two...
Three.
Quickly, I looked down at my brother, a lone tear falling from my eye.
Oh. Oh my god. It was worse than I imagined.
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