I Love [to Control] You -A Fractures Short Story

Chapter 2

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"I—I need a minute, my Lord." My love spoke up, her chest moving rapidly, tears pricking her eyes. Even with Yule's help, the pain coursing through her in this moment was just too great.

  I nod, trying not to move too quickly and scare her on accident. "Of course, Azura." I reply in a shaky voice, my thumb brushing against her knuckles, "Take as much time as you need, you are in no rush. We could take hours, or days if you need. Just, please, don't push yourself."
  A few teardrops pour from her eyes, her shaking hand squeezing mine. It hurts more than anything to see her this way, to see someone I hold so dear to me panic so badly, to hear what she has been through. To think that's only the surface of it...

  Her eyes squeeze shut, her breath inconsistent. Azura's hand grips onto her stomach, as she begins to moan in pain.
  "She's been having chronic stomach problems—intense nauseous and vomiting regularly—since she was brought back to Frostborne—" Nostra's voice repeats in my head—
  Before their voice could continue, I grab the bucket beside her bed and hand it to her, just in time too. Azura sprang up, took the bucket, and hurled in it, startling Yule. Unsure of what to do, I sit next to her, gently stroking her back.
  "—the stomach issues are likely due to the anxiety mixed with being starved for months. She hasn't been able to hold any proper food down since she woke up." I remember Nostra saying.
  Once she was done, she leans her head on my shoulder; I ask, "Are you okay?" I gently rubbing her back to try and soothe her.
  She doesn't speak, she only shakes her head.
  "Should I call Nostra?" I continue asking.
  She nods this time.
  "Can I leave you here while I get them?" I ask one last question.

  She looks up at me, a look of terror in her eyes. I begin to panic: was it something I said, something I did? "Are you... going to come back, Patrick?" Azura asks, her eyes begging for an answer. It was such a simple question, but it stung to hear.

  I take her face in my hands, wiping away her tears, "Of course, of course, my Love." I angle her face down and kiss her on the forehead, "I'll be back as soon as I can. Just... stay here with Yule, and rest, lots of rest."

  Azura pauses for a moment, letting out a sigh, "Don't be long..." She almost begs, her eyes look like she's still pondering if she should let me leave her side. I'm beginning to ponder the same; if I should, or even could leave hers, "...please."

  Her health takes priority, and Nostra knows best. I can... I can surely leave her for a minute; Yule will be here. If she is unsafe, he will alert us.
I get up off her bed, my knees wobble and I take a second to steady myself, "I won't be longer than I have to, not by a second!" I punctuate my sentences, sealing my promise with a kiss to her scarred knuckles. She seems to lower her shoulders and loosen her brow, but doesn't seem completely trustworthy of my promise. I'm hurt by it, but I don't blame her mistrust... she's been through too much.

  Nostra was sitting outside the room with a cup of black coffee, they looked confused to see me. Before they could ask, I state, "Azura got sick. She wanted me to call you in."

  They take a moment to process, but then quickly nod, "Right." The doctor went to a nearby sink to pour the coffee, and began to wash their hands, "Is the questioning going well?"

  "..."
  I pause, maybe longer than I should have.

  "... I'll kill him." I utter, sitting down in a hospital chair. "King Naeus... I'll kill him for what he did to her."
In this moment, it all sinks in. All the twisted, degrading, traumatic things she's told me, and the more she has yet to say... all the things he did to her... all of it hits me like a sting of lightning to my head.
I'd kill him—no... killing a scum like him is too merciful. He deserves pain. He deserves the pain, the torturous punishment that he deserves.
There is karma coming for him, and by the three worlds, I pray it's me that delivers such a fate for him.
"I want to stab his skull through a spike; gouge out his eyes; give him a penectomy with my own two glaives. Anything, anything to give her the justice she so rightfully deserves." I speak, unnervingly quiet.
  I shout when I'm angry, a flaw I try to work on, but this, a time I have the anger to shout... I barely raise my voice. It almost scares me more.