Cruel Beauty

Loyalty to the Royalty

'Yn.' 'Yn!' 'YN!' You jump when you realise John is calling you over. 'Get over here, now!' he instructs, holding eye contact with him you understand. This isn't about you this is about her. You immediately rush to her side kneeling down. 'Baroness.' you open your arms and she seems uncertain about letting you hold her. 'Victoria.' you try again gently. The Baroness leaves John his white shirt now covered in the blood from his boss's hand. Victoria is trembling with fear as she comes against you like a scared kitten. 'It's okay, you are going to be alright.' you whisper against her ear. You hear the ambulance draw up outside it's sirens wailing, the Baron opens the door. 'Quickly, quickly, she's upstairs, move you fools!' he barks running back upstairs and leading the way. The Baron runs in and skids on his knees in front of her. 'Do not lose this child, a daughter is still an heir.' he almost sounds like a husband in fear that he will lose his wife, his child. He grabs her roughly by the chin. 'Victoria, I am warning you, do, not, lose this child or there will be severe consequences.' You are trapped holding her because given the chance you would like to strangle him. You grab his wrist with strength neither of you were expecting, the burning hatred in your heart has made you stronger, and you start to twist his wrist. 'You hurt my girl again,' you growl dangerously. 'Your girl?' The Baron looks dumbfounded but winces in pain as you twist his wrist.

'We need to see the patient.' You let go and the paramedics push him out of the way as they quickly begin to examine the Baroness who rests her body against you. 'What's your name, mam?' they place a blood pressure cuff on her arm. 'V-Victoria.' she manages to stutter. 'Blood pressure showing 135 over 85.' one of the duo notes this down. 'Is that bad?' you ask tightening your hold on her. 'It's not good. Okay, Victoria this is going to be a little cold, I'm just going to open your collar so we can check your heart rate. The Baroness nods and allows the medics to do their work you frown seeing bruising on her delicate throat. 'She's going over 140 a minute, we need to get her in to do an ultrasound. Are there any pre-existing conditions or allergies you know of?' Victoria falls unconscious against your chest. 'Victoria? Victoria!' you try to rouse her. In desperation you and the medics turn to the Baron, he is her husband whether you like it or not so surely he can be of use. Wilhelm stares back at you all blankly not understanding for one moment that these are things he should know. 'Why are you all looking at me? I don't know about women's problems.' God you want to punch him. 'She's mid 30's, in her second trimester of pregnancy.' you offer at least trying to be useful.

John having cleared the pathway for the paramedics to get out with the patient returns. 'She's allergic to penicillin, has an iron deficiency, is prone to cued anxiety attacks, and her blood group is O positive.' Thank god for John. 'Alright, let's get her in, and on a drip, we will find out what's going on.' They shift her onto the gurney immediately you miss the loss of her body against you. 'What about the child?' The Baron flutters around doing nothing but getting in the way. 'I'm sure your wife and the child will be well sir, let's just get her in. Only one of you can come with us.' The medic calls over as the three of you follow them down the stairs. 'Yes, I'm sure but what about the child? Is there anything else we can do? Perhaps the right surgeon could operate, if we cut her open, I have a full staff of eligible young maids, all would beg for the chance to carry my heir.' The paramedics share a look. 'Sir, even if it were medically possible such an operation would kill your wife.' You stare at Victoria she looks so small you aren't even listening to the raving lunatic beside you. 'Yes, very sad, but it would save the child?' The medics ignore him. 'Okay, which of you will be accompanying us.' They load the Baroness into the ambulance. 'Well of course-' 'Yn will go with her.' You double take thinking it should be John and not you. John nods at you and you know it's the right thing to do, you climb into the ambulance taking the unconscious woman's hand.