•Comatose•

•Chapter Two•

'You better survive...brat.'

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|Tessia's POV|

Hours have gone by.

It's well into the night, possibly midnight. I don't know at this point, I've long since stopped counting the minutes that seemed to pass so slowly.

With no word of whether Art is stable or still spiraling. Art's family had made it here hours ago, and as soon as Alice stepped foot in the waiting room of the medical ward, she'd sprinted through the door of the room they had Art hold up in.

As soon as the door opened...

...I couldn't help but cry.

Do we, as living beings, truly have that much blood??

Why him? Why does he always get so hurt?

Why does he feel the need to always dive head first into what he knows is possible death? I get that we are at war, that death is always waiting around some dark corner to snatch us away, but...

I pulled my legs up into the chair I was placed in, burying my head in my knees. I felt my body tremble as I bit back a sob.

Sylvie was in better shape compared to Art, but still had wounds that definitely would've killed any normal person. It made my heart ache. How she didn't want to separate from Art after he got whisked away towards his room in the ward. How she painfully called out for her papa, despite barely having a voice to use.

It's been hours since then. I'd been traveling back and forth between their rooms to check on them. To see if any one of the medical personnel would say something about their patients.

Anything.

Yet, no one had anything to say.

My heart stutters in my chest. It gotten so hard to breath. Why can't I breath? Why can't I stop shaking??

"Tessia! Honey, it's okay-"

A voice? It sounded so muffled. So distant from me, like they were screaming from miles away. I could feel panic slowly clawing at my stomach and chest. Dread falling over me with a weight that shouldn't even be possible.

It's painful. Why is it so painful??

I slowly lift my head, peering up at whatever was shaking me. My face felt numb, yet at the same time like someone had taken small pins from a sowing kit and stabbing them into my face and neck. I couldn't see, something was blurring my vision.

"—essia?!"

"TESSIA?! Baby, it's okay! Wake up for me!" My mother. She's shaking me, and as my vision clears, I could see the tears streaming down her face.

My mind went blank as I stare at her. Her eyes wonder over my form frantically until she pulls me down off the chair and hugs me close. I didn't have the strength to hug her back.

"He can't die. He won't...right?? We didn't get married yet...." My throat hurts so badly. My voice sounded so hollow. So lifeless in my ears.

I felt my mother stiffen, then held me tighter as she rubbed my back.

I suddenly bolt up at the sound of the door opening. The others following soon after as Alice and Lord Aldir walk out. I couldn't decipher her expression, but from the look in her eyes, I could immediately tell something was wrong.

"Is he—" Before both Reynolds and grandpa could ask what we all wanted to say, they were quickly cut off.

"The boy..is stable. Though, it has been decided that further medical attention is needed. Lord Indrath's wife, Lady Myre will be needed. Windsom is on his way with her as we speak." His voice is steady, but his tone is...solemn?? I couldn't really tell.

"T-then...he'll be okay?" I asked, my voice trembling unsteadily as I stare at the Asura before me.

"....We are unsure for now. His situation is a fragile one, he will need to be monitored at all times...even after being healed by Lady Myre, it is not clear if he or when he will wake up." My heart drops at hearing those words.

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