𝒯𝒽ℯ ℛ𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝒬𝓊ℯℯ𝓃

Chapter |21| He's Perfect

Trigger warnings: if you are sensitive to harsh topics such as miscarriages and stillbirths or don't wish to proceed then please skip this chapter.

A R A B E L L A ' S   P. O. V

All I could remember was pain, all I could feel was pain.

My body was unwillingly forcing me awake, yet my mind subconsciously trying to shut me down again. It was like it knew something that I didn't.

Firstly, I moved my fingers, focusing on trying to regain conscious in my body. Next were my toes, wiggling them, before prying my eyes open.

I cringed, blinking rapidly as a bright light suddenly shone directly into my iris. My attempt at pushing away the light was feeble at best, the move exhausting me out entirely.

"Get the King!" I heard someone scream, and a blurred silhouette appeared before me. It was a doctor I assume from the stethoscope dangling around his neck.

Squinting, I could work out that their mouth was moving, yet the words leaving it were inaudible to me. I blinked a few more times and then squeezed my eyes shut, before opening them again.

"How are you feeling your Majesty?" I had suddenly regained the ability to hear again, but as I opened my mouth to respond, a cluster of coughs erupted from my throat, as I began to choke on thin air.

A glass of water was hastily pushed towards my lips and I tried not to gag as the cool liquid was forced down my throat. A door was pushed open and the doctor released a sigh. "Dr Harriet thank god," He moved, only for a woman to take his place. A woman I recognised.

Her kind eyes stared down at me, pity filling them and then I received a flash of a memory. It was her placing a warm gel over my round stomach, then a monitor besides her displaying a tiny grey blob wriggling around.

"It's a boy." Her lips spoke.

In a rush of panic, I glanced down and let out an ear piercing scream. My stomach was flat, my bump gone...my baby gone.

I began to flail around the bed, urging my body up so I could search for my baby. "You Majesty please," I shoved the nurses away from me, and wrenched out all the wires jabbed into my skin.

I noticed a door to my right and bee lined straight for it, but the male doctor grabbed me from behind and pulled an injection from his pocket. Dr Harriet watched with tears as he fumbled to lift up my gown and stab me with it.

No, I couldn't go back to sleep again.

Shoving my elbow into his stomach though, he dropped the injection and we both watched it roll under the bed, before I pushed him back into the nurse fixing up a new one.

Running towards the door, I yanked it open and then crashed into something hard.
My body lurched backwards and I prepared myself to fall but an arm swiftly caught my and pulled me against a chest.

I pressed my hand again the person's chest, feeling their heart beating rapidly against my touch. A familiar tattoo caught my eye and and my breath hitched. Glancing up, I let out a choked cry.

Hardin. And yet, he looked nothing like himself. His eyes were brimmed red with tears, hair frazzled and left in a disarray. The most jarring thing though was the look of pure guilt and pain as he stared down at me.

"Hardin, where's our baby?" He would never let any take our baby, I knew he would protect him to the ends of the world and back so...where was he?

"Baby I..." His voice broke, as a dam of tears threatened to be unleashed. "Arabella, he's...gone."

He couldn't...no I refused to accept it. My little boy just couldn't be gone. "What do you mean?"