Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 87

A quiet hospital room...reserved for saying goodbye.

Alastor's POV

I felt like I had been preparing myself for those words...but hearing them made my body begin to go numb.

Suddenly, it became difficult to even stand as I shook my head.

Before I could properly react, the doctor continued talking.

"We did everything we could...but the trauma and the stress were too severe," he said, "that, on top of the infant being premature...there was just nothing we could do."

There weren't any feelings inside me at the moment. It was as if my body had just taken an electric shock straight to my core, and I couldn't even bring myself to cry.

My fingers twitched, and in that moment I envisioned killing everyone in this hospital, and then myself.

None of them could do their job and save her. They don't deserve to live.

And neither do I.

For the second time tonight I could feel the bloodlust taking over, the urge to slit the doctors throat surging through me.

My teeth grit hard, and I was just going to let it take me.

"We were able to give your wife some morphine...she's resting right now, but—"

It was like my soul snapped back into place and my eyes opened wide as I came back to myself in that instant.

"What?" I interrupted him, my voice cracking, "s-she's alive?"

The doctors eyes widened, "oh...oh, yes sir, your wife is going to be alright...I apologize for my wording...we unfortunately did lose the baby, however," he rephrased, and I felt so many things crash down at once.

Relief. Relief was the first thing to wash over my entire being.

She's alive.

Then...heartache began to set in when I realized the baby...our baby didn't make it.

I was conflicted, stuck between being happy that I didn't lose them both, to being grief stricken that I lost one...

My back straightened and I looked down, my brows furrowing together. A lump formed in my throat and I clenched and unclenched my fists.

Looking up into the doctor's eyes, I cleared my throat slightly, "d-does she know...?" I asked weakly.

This is going to shatter her. Absolutely shatter her.

She was so happy...I'd never seen her smile the way she did when she would talk about this baby. The entire life she had planned for them, for us...she lost it all.

We lost it.

And it's all my fault...

The doctor drew in a deep breath and shook his head, "no sir...at first, we thought maybe we could save her, so we didn't say anything...but the surgery took a lot out of your wife...she is a very strong woman," he said, "the baby passed while we were trying to stabilize the heart...and your wife had already passed out. She needs to rest for a bit...luckily she was able to tell us her blood type, and we had enough on hand to keep her from going into shock."

I nodded, processing the dump of information. Then I sighed, "thank you, doctor...for saving her...u-um...you said "her"...w-was the baby...?"

"Female? Yes...would you like to see her, Mr. Broussard?" He asked me softly.

Immediately my chest tightened, and I didn't know what to say.

Do I want to see her...?

Something inside me was tugging...telling me to hold her at least once.