The Cost of Love

Chapter 32

I was speechless, more so about the fact that my dad had just threatened highly trained doctors on Connor's behalf. But I was beyond thankful. The doctors seemed to get the message as they hurried over to Connor, making sure he was ready for surgery. 

Finally, my dad looked at me, and I could see the sorrow in his features. I bit my lip so I wouldn't start sobbing and nodded my head in gratitude. I couldn't even speak or I wouldn't be able to keep it together. 

I don't know how I was able to follow the medics into the treatment room, but it seemed that they didn't even notice me as they fawned over Connor, poking needles through his arms and giving him fluids I didn't understand. I saw his blood, so dark it was almost black, running through a tube and into a large, hanging bag. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor was driving me insane; it was the only thing I could hear in the huge treatment room as doctors ran back and forth with different tools, black blood staining their gloves. 

I don't know how long I stood there, probably looking small and ridiculous with my wide eyes, wearing nothing but a thin, red robe. I was aware of my whole body shaking, but I couldn't take my eyes off Connor. His hair was swept across his face, and my fingers itched so badly to brush it out of his eyes. To feel the soft strands between my fingers. 

But then, it happened. 

The long, incessant beep of the heart monitor. 

The doctors rushed around him, screaming medical terms I couldn't understand. All I knew was that my mate, the one soul that was literally matched to mine, was gone. Dead. His heart gave out, and I lost him. I still had the vision of his smile etched in my mind, the way his eyes were freckled with gold in the sun. His strong jaw, tensing with the bunching of his muscles. The way he picked me up when he kissed me because he was too tall to bend down. The way he looked at me like I was something precious, like a glass doll that he had to protect. 

I lost him. 

I was vaguely aware of someone screaming, and I finally registered that it was me as the medics were restraining me from getting closer to him. I even started growling as my wolf side threatened to consume me completely. I could've shifted right there, I swear. They were screaming at me to stop struggling, wary of the fact that my claws were staring to appear. But all I could hear was that long beep. I'd never forget it for as long as I lived. 

The doctors were pumping at his chest, using tools to shock the life back into his body. But he was still. He was so, so still. 

I heard something along the lines of "Get her out of here," but I was too busy flailing my arms, reaching my hands out to hold my mate. To feel his skin on mine. He needed to know I was here, always. 

Suddenly, I felt someone pull my arms back and whisper fiercely in my ear. "Kiara! You need to calm down. They need to focus on Connor!" Adrian tried to soothe me, but I continued to kick and scream. 

"No!" I sobbed. "He promised!" He was gone. I still couldn't believe it. Was it really this morning that he was in my bedroom, his long legs tangled with mine as he sleepily pressed kisses to my neck? 

After what was probably the longest thirty four seconds of my entire life, the doctor finally called out, "We've got a pulse!" The medics immediately stopped restraining me to focus on assisting the doctors with whatever they needed. I, however, was still screaming in denial, the shock of Connor's condition still making me want to be near him. 

"Kiara, they're going to sedate you if you don't leave the treatment room! C'mon, we can sit in the hallway, I promise," Adrian continued, pulling me back towards the door. I forced myself to think rationally. He was right; I was only distracting the doctors at this point, and I would do no good to Connor if I was sedated for hours. 

I let myself slump in his arms, bawling into his chest. My body was heaving violently as I balled my fists in Adrian's T-shirt. "No," I continued to chant between sobs. "No, no, no..." 

He swept me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all and brought his hand up to smooth my hair. "I know, Keek. I know." 

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Ugh :(

Sorry, another depressing chapter. How much longer can we endure this?!?!?! 

I'm literally crying for Kiara, anyone else? 

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