Nyx | Carpe Noctem ✓

Chapter 16: Doomed Fate pt. 2

warning: illness, blood, near death experience

Rhysand POV

"You think we can trust Amren with that?" my son asked me and I nodded. We had landed in the Mortal Lands, it was still dark, the sun had barely risen on the horizon. Everything was so calm, too calm.

We stormed towards the building, the whole poorhouse was lit brightly and we dashed to the door pounding on it loudly. Nyx was a picture of misery next to me, shaking and shivering, holding tightly onto me. I had no idea how long it had been since he last had held my arm like that.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't shaking and shivering. I hadn't been this nervous in years. Actually since Nyx' birth. Eve's birth was unproblematic, Feyre had her pushed out within a few hours, without any difficulties or problems.

No one answered the door and I pounded again until it was suddenly ripped open.
A scary female with a tight bun on top of her head opened the door, she squinted her sharp eyes at us, covering the door and not letting us in. "No fae allowed in here!" she hissed.
"We need to see the girl. Madis," I stated but she shook her head.
"I am not letting you to her. She is dying, probably dead by now. She is mine and I won't give her to you fae. You made her ill, you killed her. He killed her," she snarled, pointing at my son.

I crashed through her mental shields with ease. She shrieked until she tumbled back and fell onto the floor, her head bouncing of the ground one time.

Nyx gasped next to me, but I pulled him after me, storming into the building. A disgusting building. And that should be a poorhouse, where people and children should find shelter and be able to grow up in comfort?

Nyx led the way and we stormed upstairs, the corridors were lit and we heard a loud cry form one of the rooms. We ran towards the room, ripping the door open and I was shocked. I needed to hold my son, who threatened to faint. The scene in the room was barely bearable. I grabbed him by his shoulders, holding him as tightly as I could.

"You are here!" a red-haired girl cried out. "Her lung....her lung....her lung collapsed. And her heart, it gave in." She fell to the floor, weeping, screaming, snot running down her face. She thrashed her hands against the wooden tiles on the floor. Gods, I hadn't seen that much pain in a long time.

The other girl, Madis, was leaning over the edge of the bed, coughing and spitting out blood, tightly grabbing the edge of the bed that her knuckles turned white. She was barely a skeleton, her bony fingers digging into the wood.

"Let us take care of it," I said loudly and all eyes turned to us. All eyes except the ones form Madis. She cried out, more blood running out of her mouth. I saw her clutch her breast, seizing on the bed and needed to draw my attention away from her.

Since Nyx' birth I had really never seen such pain. If she really meant as much to him as I had seen in his mind, it had to break him, he needed to get out. I quickly turned to him.

"No, no. No, please. No. She cannot die," he whimpered next to me, tears rolling out of his eyes when he searched my gaze.
"Go. Go home. I will take care of it. GO!" I shouted but he shook his head.

"No!" he protested. I had never seen him so pale. I squeezed his upper arm and approached the bed. This was my son. Of course, he would stay.

"We will take care of it. There is a way, we might be able to save her life. Will you hand her over and let us take care of her?" I asked, approaching an older man. He wrinkled his forehead, looking up at me with pain and irritation imprinted im his features.

"It is not my decision to make, I am not fond of fae and I doubt you will be able to save her life," he told me.
"Are you a healer?" I asked and he shook his head. "Medicus." I nodded. So he was a healer.