[Xaden x Y/n] Love on the Parapet

Chapter 44

Xaden's pov

As we arrive at the Riorson House, the dragons taking shelter in the mountains around the castle, I sprint into the stone building holding Y/n. Imogen and the others follow me in, Violet looking slightly shaken up at the fact that she is in Fen Riorson's house. 

'Brennan!' I yell, ignoring how Violet's face turns even more shocked. I feel my patience run thin feeling the weight of Y/n, still cold in my arms. Running upstairs, I find Brennan throwing open the door of his room, already aware of the general situation of his dragon. His eyes shift from Y/n to behind me, Violet standing open-mouthed at the sight of her supposedly dead brother. 

'Violet.' He whispers, but looks back at me and Y/n as I step closer. 'Get in.' Brennan says, surprisingly collecting himself quickly, ushering us upstairs into my room. I run up the stairs, supporting Y/n's head with my hand to keep her from shaking from the impact. 

'What happened?' He asks as I place Y/n down on the bed, Brenna quickly undoing her bloody jacket and shirt to reveal the wound covered in black blood. He examines the black veins, eyes focused on the wound. 

'Will you just mend her first? We need a long board meeting after.' I ask, the question coming out more pointedly than I wanted it to, but Brennan gets the point. He places his hands on the wound, the severed veins reconstructing under his palm. I swallow, feeling my palms getting sweaty from anticipation. I try to remind myself that there was nothing Brennan couldn't fix for Y/n ever since Y/n agreed to trust him, and that this is no different. 

Garrick enters the room, his palm on my shoulder as he watches Brennan mend Y/n's skin over. He taps my shoulder, his eyes concerned as he watches Brennan check Y/n's pulse before straightening up. Violet still stays stunned, her eyes zoomed in on her brother's face as he looks around everyone, his gaze lingering for a second more on his sister. Brennan works fast and efficiently as always, but even that is not enough to calm my nerves after holding Y/n all the way here worried to find her pulse stopping any time. 

'I stopped the bleeding, but I can't fix the poisoning in her blood with my mending. I'll have to make an antidote for this.' He says, and I take a step closer to Y/n, seeing her skin perfectly mended except for the dried blood everywhere. 

'She's still poisoned?' I ask, ignoring Garrick's hand on my shoulder. Brennan looks up at me from Y/n, to Violet where she gulps nervously. 

'Xaden, breath.' Garrick says, and I realise my breathing is getting faster from the panic that never really wore off since Resson. 'She's alive. We'll get her the antidote.' He says again, and I rub my hand through my hair to dry the sweat from anxiety. I watch Y/n on the bed, lips still purple and cold as I reach for her hand. 

'I just need one day to brew the antidote. I mended her punctured organs, so they should be functioning to some degree for now.' Brennan says carefully, and I bite my tongue wanting to retort that one whole day is too long for Y/n to wait like this. 'I'll get started now, Xaden. Don't worry too much.' He says, gesturing at Violet to follow him out and disappearing into the hallway. Violet gives a tentative look at me and Y/n before following her brother out. I turn back to Y/n, brushing her cheek with my fingers willing the usual colours to turn back to her face. 

'You should probably get her cleaned up. I'll get something for her to wear.' Imogen says, wiping her puffy face off of tears. I nod, carefully picking Y/n up again and bringing her into the bathroom. 

Violet's pov

After an entire hour of fighting with Brennan, or more like me being angry at him, I return to Xaden's room to check on Y/n. Xaden surprisingly isn't in the room with her. I hesitantly walk over to the bed, Y/n cleaned and changed into a large jumper, which I suspect is Xaden's from the sleeves rolling past her fingertips. I find some relief in the colours returning to her face as I sit down on the chair beside the bed, pulling the blankets higher up on her neck.