My eyelids feel impossible to keep open..so I slowly drift them close.
"No."
His arms tighten around me.
"No, stay with me please."
"I’m tired."
The words barely come out.
"I know."
He swallows hard
"I know, sweetheart."
Then before anyone can stop him..... Zane carefully slides one arm beneath my knees, the other around my back and lifts me, lik I weigh absolutely nothing.
His grip is impossibly gentle, like he’s afraid I’ll break.
"It’s okay."
He starts walking fast.
"It’s okay."
I rest my head against his chest, listening to the frantic beat of his heart.
"It’s okay."
He keeps repeating it, over and over again.
Maybe for me, maybe for himself.
"It’s okay my little spitfire."
And as he carries me through the darkness toward help...Those are the last words I hear before I go off.
When people talk about dying, they always make it sound peaceful, like it’s some gentle thing, like your life flashes before your eyes and memories come rushing back and somehow make everything okay.
That’s not what it feels like.....well atleast for me.
All I feel is fear...Pure, overwhelming fear, fear for myself and for my baby. Fear that I won’t get the chance to hold him or her, fear that I’ll never see Zane or family again.
There’s pain everywhere, burning through my side andd spreading through my body. Making it hard to think or to breathe, even hard to stay awake.
I hear voices around me but they all sound distant and Muffled, like they’re underwater.
I think Someone is shouting, another is running, someone is is definitely crying.
But none of it sounds real anymore,everything feels far away.
The only thing that feels real is Zane and his arms around m...and his voice, the way he keeps telling me everything is going to be okay. Even though I can hear the fear in his voice, even though I know he’s terrified I want to tell him I’m trying, trying so hard to stay awake and trying so hard to keep fighting.
But I’m tired.
God.
I’m so very tired.
My eyelids feel heavier with every passing second but I force them open.
Just for a moment, just long enough to look at him.
Zane.
His face is pale and his eyes wild, his shirt stained with my blood.
And somehow that scares me more than the pain.
Because Zane never looks scared.
Never.
Then I see Lucas beside him running and Keeping pace with us.
His face tight with worry and his eyes fixed on me. Like he’s refusing to look away, like if he does something terrible will happen.
I want to tell him Aria is alive...that’s she’s here, that she’s okay and after all these years he finally has her back.
And it’s okay...that he can go to her.
But my mouth won’t cooperate, nothing will.
The darkness keeps creeping closer, pulling at me and trying to drag me under.
"No," I hear Zane say.
The word sounds broken and desperate.
"No, Elaine. Stay with me please, please....you can’t...you can’t go. Please my love."
I’m trying.....i really am but everything hurts and resting sounds so good right now.
I just need to rest for a little while, just for a second. Just enough for the pain to stop.
My eyes slowly drift shut and I struggle to force them open again.
The last thing I see is Zane, the last thing I see is Lucas.
One looking terrified, the other looking helpless and then everything goes black.
Zane’s POV
"No."
The word leaves my mouth before I even realize I’ve spoken.
"No."
Elaine’s eyes have closed and they aren’t opening again. The sight sends a wave of terror through me unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I’ve been shot before, ive been stabbed, ive had guns pointed at my head, I’ve stared down enemies who wanted me dead.
None of it compares to this.....none of it.
Because right now, the woman I love is unconscious in my arms and there’s blood, so much blood.
"Elaine."
My voice cracks.
I hate how terrified I sound.
I fucking hate it.
But I can’t help it.
I adjust my hold on her, cradling her closer against my chest as the medics rush around us. I say a silent thank you to who ever rushed them over here.
One of them starts talking, giving instructions and checking her pulse.
I barely hear any of it, all I can focus on is her.
Her closed eyes and the frightening stillness.
"Stay with me, sweetheart."
I brush damp hair from her forehead.
"Come on."
Nothing. No response, not even a twitch.
The medic shines a light into her eyes.
"Sir, we need to move."
I don’t let go, for a second I genuinely consider refusing.
"We need to get her to the hospital immediately."
The baby.
God.
My baby.
My gaze drops briefly to her stomach, a stomach that’s still completely flat, a life that’s barely begun and somehow I already love that child with everything I have.
Fear wraps around my throat.
Always have. But tonight? Tonight it’s torture.
Hours seem to crawl by....i sit. Stand.Pace. Sit again.
Repeat, over and over.
Nobody bothers me or tries to talk.
Probably because I look one inconvenience away from snapping.
Lucas understands so he leaves me alone.
Mostly.
Though I notice he never goes far.
A small movement catches my attentio, I look up and freeze....then feel emence guilt, with so much happening I almost forgot about her.
Aria.
For a second I genuinely forgot, forgot she was alive and she was here. Forgot that tonight wasn’t just about losing someone, it was also about getting someone back.
She stands awkwardly a few feet away, looking uncertain and nervous.
Looking heartbreakingly familiar.
I stare at her, she stares back. Neither of us knows what to say. How could we?Years were stolen from us.
Years.
Then she slowly sits beside me, neither of us speaks nor immediately.
Finally she says quietly,
"She’s going to be okay."
I laugh.
A short humorless laugh.
Because neither of us knows that, not really.
"I hope so."
Aria nods.
Then after a long silence she leans her head lightly against my shoulder. The same way she used to when she was younger.
The same way she used to after nightmares and suddenly I’m hit with a memory so sharp it nearly takes me out.
My little sister.
The one I thought I’d buried, the one I thought I’d lost forever. She’s here and I can’t even fully process it.
So we sit there together, waiting.
Me, Lucas and Aria.
An impossible reunion overshadowed by fear.
Minutes pass, then more and more.
Until finally the operating room doors open and everyy muscle in my body locks.
A doctor steps out, his mask hanging around his neck and his expression serious.
My heart immediately drops. I stand so quickly my chair nearly tips over.
Lucas is on his feet too Aria follows.
The doctor looks directly at me, straight into my eyes and in that moment I know.
Something is wrong, something is very, very wrong.
The doctor takes a breath.
Then says:
"Mr. Zane, we have a problem."

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