My Mate Next-Door

7: Aiding Her Through it All

Quinton guided her to his bathtub and turned on the warm water. He took out a couple of pain pills and held them to her snout, "Here's the pain meds, and the water should help. Man, this is so frustrating. I wish I could do more for you, Cocoa. I'm here for you, my sweet girl. I'll help you get through this. I'm not leaving your side." Quinton cooed to her softly. It was hard for him to see her this way, but he was glad she gulped down the pills quickly. She whimpered perfusely and howled in pain with each wave. The medication wasn't working as well as it should have on her, leaving her still in much pain. The warm water aiding all of her wombs contents out of her.

Piecing it all together, Cocoa sobbed, she cried for her babies, she cried for herself, she cried for Quinton's loss and his unwavering support of her. It was an insurmountable amount of pain and suffering for her to take, and for a split second, she felt as if she would completely fall apart. She prayed to the Goddess for support, for strength, and for answers. At first, it felt as if she worshiped deaf ears, but suddenly and overwhelmingly peace rushed through her and love welled up in her heart. She knew the Goddess had heard her and had her pups in the afterlife with her. This was enough for Cocoa. It had to be. She had to live on and live a great life to one day live in the afterlife with them.

Damien keeled over in pain, but all he could think about was her. Was she seriously injured? Was she hurt beyond repair? He tried mind linking her, but they were too far apart. Without mating, he wouldn't be able to this far away. He slammed his fist into his desk, causing his assistant to leap up from his seat across the room. "Sir!" He yelled out while standing at attention. Damien keeled over again and soon pieced together himself what this pain was. He ran outside and listened. Sure enough, he heard her heartbreaking cries. "Dr. Garrett, I need helpers, herb, and stat." Damien yanked it from the doctor and ran at full speed to Quinton's house, barely stopping in time to not burst down his front door. Knocking over and over and over again, Damien was prepared to knock it down for his mate. She was in pain, and this herb was the only thing that would help her survive and ease the pain.

Quinton kissed her forehead and promised to be right back. He ran downstairs, scared by how much his house was shaking due to Damiens pounding. Opening the door, he barely managed to avoid being punched in the face by Damiens fist. Damien shoved the herb into Quinton's hands with a determined look on his face. "She needs this. It'll help with her miscarriage. I know those cries better than anyone. She needs this herb." Damien demanded strictly before walking away satisfied.

Quinton shut the door and walked upstairs. Unsure of this plant, Damien handed him. Searching it up on the web, he found nothing about it, and worry seeped into his bones. He put it up in his cabinet for safe keeping and decided against it.

He went back upstairs and decided to dry her off and slap a diaper on her to catch the blood that they usually used for her periods. Her shepherded her to the bedroom, hoping a comfy bed would do the trick.

Going back downstairs, he decided to dig deeper on whatever Damien had handed him. Some results came back as poison to humans. Others came from underground abortion help sites. Damien clearly either wants to kill Cocoa or really did know a thing or two. Quinton wasn't sure if he wanted to risk it all on the off chance that he was helpful and put the herb back in the cabinet. Cocoa kept crying upstairs in bed from pain, and Quinton grabbed the pain pills again.

"Here you go more pain pills, sweetheart." As she gobbled them down, he smiled, "Such a good girl you are taking your medicine. That's a good girl." He charmed softly to her and petted her head softly.

Damien paced back and forth around his property, waiting, hoping her pain would end when Quinton gave it to her. Yet, the day dragged on to night, and soon, he found himself too tired to even go inside. He took off his clothes and shifted into his wolf form, laying down on the hard dirt to fall asleep, still worried that Quinton wouldn't heed his warning.

Dusk turned into night and night turned into dawn. Damien had half a mind to run over there when a hot burning pain like none he had ever felt before ripped through him. He knew their mate bond was thinning. It was only a matter of time before it broke completely. Damien cried for mate softly, whimpering into the dirt. He felt like a demon for not doing his duty to protect his mate, but his hands were tied. It was ultimately up to fate he felt whether or not he would win her back from this man. He wondered what fate would decide. Me? Or Quinton? Maybe niether? Was that even an option?

Fate was a beautiful, handsome creature of a world niether Damien nor Quinton would ever come to know of. Their choice would move their story in a way they couldn't possibly fathom, and sometimes fate didn't even decide. Sometimes fate said, "Heads for Quinton, Tales for Damien." And just flipped a coin. Fate read and reread their story, picking the storyline they liked best. As fate was a finicky creature and an avid reader at heart.

Damien soon dozed off against his will to the cries of Cocoas pain. Although, unbeknownst to him, Cocoa soon ran out of strength to cry out at all, suffering in silence.