Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 92

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son chapter 92

Walking into the hospital, Macey and Zoe paced out the front of Emily’s and Ben’s room. Tears streaked both their faces, and Macey’s eyes were puffy, so I knew whatever was going was terrible because Macey never cries, she never gets emotional, she kept her walls high and took on the world with a no fucks given attitude. My stomach plummets as I approach them. My entire body was shaking, the moment I got to them, the door opened, and the Doctor stepped out. A grim expression on his face. Macey instantly turned to face him, but Doc’s shoulders dropped. “Well?” she asks. Doc looked tired, and I couldn’t imagine having his job, having to deliver bad news to families or parents. Bad news was exactly what we got when he spoke.

“As you know, Ben deteriorated overnight. His blood test when he first came in showed some hope, he wasn’t a full-blown forsaken, but now he is, his body is shutting down, his organs are failing, he doesn’t have much time left,” I swallow his words down and bite the inside of m y lip to stop the quiver. “Emily?” I ask, clearing my throat.

“The only thing keeping her alive is the machines. Without them, she will die,” Doc answers. We already knew that, but I had some hope. Doc just killed that hope.

“Is he still conscious?” Zoe asks.

“He keeps coming in and out. One minute he almost seems lucid the next, he is hurting himself or trying to attack the nurses,” Doc says. “So what now?” I ask

“There is nothing else we can do, we did dialysis, but the infection is not just in his blood. It’s i n his muscles, bones, everything, I’m sorry, Luna, but now we just wait,” “Wait for him to die?” I ask Doc smiles sadly and nods. I press my lips in a line and gulp before clearing my throat. Zoe sits heavily in the chair by the door.

door. “He’s just a child,” she says, putting her head in her hands. Macey grips her shoulder, hugging her against her hip. “Thank you for everything, Doc,” I tell him.

“You’re more than welcome to stay with him. I will send some chairs in for you all,” he says, wandering down the hall. I stare at the ceiling, willing the tears to go before pushing the door open and stepping inside. Macey follows me in, sitting beside him and grabbing his hand.

Zoe enters but remains close to the wall as she stares, not knowing what to do. Doc comes back in with two extra chairs, and I sit between Emily’s and Ben’s bed, holding his hand and rubbing circles in the back of his hand. Hours pass, and Ben comes too, thrashing and snarling periodically.

“He didn’t deserve this,” Macey says, gently brushing his fringe from his deformed face. She sniffles when Valen walks in. He nods to us before hugging Zoe, who was a mess at the back of

the room. “Marcus is on his way,” he tells her, and she nods. He kisses her forehead as she shakes, staring off vacantly, her eyes glued to Ben and Emily. Macey falls asleep for a while, and Zoe leaves to get coffee and update the hotel on their wellbeing. Zoe had been gone for about five minutes when the alarms started sounding as the monitors went off. Macey sits upright in panic just as Ben starts thrashing, his heart rate increasing and blood streaming out of his ears and eyes.

Nurses rush in, shutting everything off as Ben tries to breathe around the tube in his mouth; I squeeze his hand while Macey whispers to him. Ben’s eyes open with a crazed gleam, yet I see him. See the boy he once was, the scared look beyond them. He tries to speak around the tube, and one of the nurses runs out of the room, unable to watch when he gasps.

“Mum,” he rasps, the sound barely audible, and Macey breaks, sobbing while clutching his hand. Just as Zoe walks in with the coffees, she shoves the tray at Valen before rushing over, gripping his legs, and rubbing them.

“Can’t you give him something to help calm him?” Macey asked the Doctor, who lingered helplessly. “We already have given him everything. Nothing works,” he murmurs, holding back his own tears.

Macey and the Doctor talked, but I couldn’t stop staring at his wide eyes, unblinkingly looking back at me before I even thought of what I was doing or processed it; I undid his handcuff with the key that sat beside the bed. I let the guard rail down on the bed. His hand flailed, grasping air before I climbed on the bed beside him. Ben snaps and snarls at me. Thrashing when I slid my arm under his body and lay beside him, pulling his legs over my lap, so he was sitting

awkwardly on me. His head resting on my shoulder and my hand on his forehead so he couldn’t turn his head to bite, not that he could do much with the tube in his mouth as he squirmed. Macey reaches over, holding out her hand for the key to do the other one. Doc protests, but I hand it to her, ignoring him. “Luna, he is dangerous,” Doc says, and Valen goes to reach for me, but I pull away. “No!” I tell Valen when he tries to pull me off the bed. “Everly,” he whispers, watching Ben grip and claw at my arm with his free hand. “No, he is scared. Emily can’t hold him, so I will do it for her, as she would for me,” I tell him, my voice breaking knowing she would. No matter the risk to herself, she was part of our village, and when one falls, the rest pick up the slack.