Mending the Mechanic's Heart

Blood and Uncertainty

Sailub's heart raced as he carried Pon's unconscious body to the car. His mind was spinning from what had just happened—Bank's desperate attempt to kidnap Aon, Pon's collapse, and now, the blood. The blood on Pon's pants was unmistakable, sending a jolt of terror through him. He had no idea why it was there, but his instincts screamed that something was horribly wrong.

As Sailub placed Pon gently in the backseat, his eyes fixated on the stain. The crimson blotch on Pon's pants felt like a warning, and dread gnawed at him.

"Pon, please, hang in there," Sailub whispered, his voice trembling as he ran a shaky hand through Pon's hair. The softest movement from Pon was the only reassurance he had that his mate was still alive.

Behind him, Pooh rushed over with Aon clutched tightly in his arms. The toddler, still frightened from the attack, was sobbing uncontrollably, his tiny hands reaching out for Sailub.

"Dada!" Aon cried out, his voice cracking with distress.

Sailub glanced at his son, his heart breaking at the sight. But there was no time—he had to get Pon to the hospital. He turned to Pooh, his expression grim.

"I need to take Pon to the hospital. Something's wrong," Sailub said, his voice strained. "Take Aon with you and follow us. Make sure he's safe, Pooh."

Pooh's face paled as he noticed the blood too, but he nodded firmly. "I've got Aon. Just go, Sailub."

As Pooh cradled Aon closer, the toddler continued to sob, his tiny fingers gripping his uncle's shirt as if his life depended on it. Sailub kissed Aon's forehead quickly, his lips brushing against the damp tears on his son's face.

"Dada's going to make sure Papa's okay," Sailub promised in a soothing voice. "I'll see you soon, baby."

Aon sniffled but clung to Pooh without another word. Pooh gave Sailub one last determined look before hurrying towards the other car, where Garfield and Michael were waiting. They were staying behind to deal with Bank, ensuring the man wouldn't escape justice.

Without another second wasted, Sailub slammed the car door and sped towards the hospital, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. His mind was a chaotic swirl of worry for Pon, confusion over the blood, and a deep-seated fury at Bank for causing all of this. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror at Pon, whose pale face looked even more lifeless now.

The drive to the hospital felt endless, but finally, they arrived. Sailub wasted no time. As soon as they pulled up, he rushed inside carrying Pon, shouting for help.

"Someone, please! My mate—he's bleeding, and he collapsed!" Sailub's voice was raw with desperation as doctors and nurses rushed over to assist.

They quickly took Pon from his arms, rushing him into the emergency room. Sailub tried to follow, but one of the nurses held him back.

"Sir, we need space to work on him. Please wait here. We'll update you as soon as we can."

Sailub nodded reluctantly, his heart pounding with fear as he watched Pon disappear behind the doors. His mind was a mess, torn between wanting to charge into the room to be with his mate and realizing there was nothing he could do but wait.

Moments later, Pooh arrived with Aon, who was still whimpering but calmer in his uncle's arms. Sailub could see the worry etched across Pooh's face as he approached.

"Any news?" Pooh asked quietly, shifting Aon in his arms.

Sailub shook his head, his throat tight. "Not yet... They're running tests. But there was blood, Pooh. I don't know what's happening, but it's bad."

Aon reached out for Sailub again, his tiny voice trembling. "Dada... Papa..."

Sailub took Aon from Pooh, cradling his son close as he kissed the top of his head. He tried to stay calm, for Aon's sake, but the weight of the situation was crushing him.

"We'll know soon," Sailub murmured softly, stroking Aon's back to soothe him. "Papa's strong. He'll be okay."

Aon nestled into his father's chest, his small body trembling slightly from the lingering fear of Bank's attack. Sailub held him tightly, his heart aching with the need to protect both his son and his mate.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours before the doctor finally came out. His expression was serious, and Sailub's heart plummeted.

"Mr. Hemmawich?" the doctor asked, looking between Sailub and Pooh.

Sailub nodded. "How is he? What's wrong?"

The doctor sighed. "We've stabilized him for now, but we don't know what caused the bleeding. We're running more tests to rule out any serious complications. He's still unconscious, but his vitals are stable."

Sailub felt a sliver of relief at hearing that Pon's condition wasn't immediately life-threatening, but the uncertainty gnawed at him.

"The blood..." Sailub began, his voice hoarse. "What does it mean? Is it from the attack?"

"We're not sure yet," the doctor admitted, his expression somber. "It could be related to stress or trauma, but we won't know for sure until we get the test results back. Right now, the best thing we can do is monitor him closely and try to keep him as calm as possible when he wakes up."

Sailub nodded, though the worry still clung to him like a heavy weight. He looked down at Aon, who had finally fallen asleep in his arms, exhausted from the emotional strain.

"Thank you, Doctor," Pooh said quietly, giving Sailub a supportive look.

"We'll keep you updated," the doctor reassured them before returning to Pon's room.

Sailub sat down in the waiting room, holding Aon protectively against his chest. His thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, anger, and confusion. The blood still haunted him—what if it was something serious? What if Pon wasn't okay?

The pack members began arriving, each of them quiet but offering silent support. No one spoke much, but their presence was a reminder that they would all stand by Sailub and Pon, no matter what happened next.

As Sailub sat there, watching the door to Pon's room with anxious eyes, one thought kept repeating in his mind: **No matter what it takes, I'll keep them safe.** He wouldn't rest until Pon was safe, Aon was secure, and Bank was dealt with for good.