Angelus Ultionis

Chapter 5

Mystery Person's POV:

“We did what you told us. We scared her but... we got into a panic and accidentally threw the kid.” The voice on the other end was low, trembling slightly.

I felt my heart sink. “You imbecile!” I spat through gritted teeth, trying to keep my own panic at bay. “How could you throw the kid?! What the hell were you thinking?!” My hand gripped the phone tighter, the realization of what they’d done settling in.

There was a pause. “I... I don’t know, boss. It just happened so fast. We were supposed to just scare her. But when the kid started running, things got out of control...”

I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling a headache coming on. This was supposed to be simple—intimidation, a little fear. But now... now they’d hurt the kid.

“What are you going to do now?” I growled, my voice a mixture of fury and fear.

There was a nervous shuffle on the other end. “We’re laying low. We’ll make sure no one finds us. But... what if she connects the dots?”

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to think. “Okay... just stay put. I’ll take care of it. No one will know who you are. But listen to me,” I paused for effect, “you better pray she doesn’t find out. Because if she does... no one will be able to save you.”

I hung up the phone, my mind racing. This wasn’t just a minor setback. It was a disaster. And I had to make sure no one connected me to this mess.

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Jane's POV:

Three days had passed, and Tommy still hadn’t moved a muscle or opened his eyes. Each day felt longer than the last, and I was desperately trying to stay positive. But the fear gnawed at me, eating away at any hope I tried to cling to. The only thing that kept me grounded was praying in the hospital chapel, over and over again.

“Lord, please give me strength. Please save my son, Tommy. If you must, let us exchange places. I beg you, don’t let him suffer.” My voice was barely a whisper, but my heart was screaming. Praying was all I had left.

After another prayer session, I wandered through the hospital garden, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The quiet of the garden usually gave me peace, but not today. Today, the silence felt heavy. I was walking slowly, lost in my thoughts when I heard footsteps—fast, hurried footsteps—getting closer. I turned around and saw Michael, my brother, panting heavily as he rushed toward me.

My heart dropped, my pulse quickening in panic. “Is it Tommy?” I asked, fear tightening its grip on me.

Michael shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. “No, no, Tommy’s still stable...but Jane—” He paused, his face filled with worry.

Relief that Tommy was still holding on washed over me for a second, but the concern in Michael’s eyes told me something else was wrong.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice shaking, bracing for more bad news.

Jane's POV:

“It’s Tommy,” Michael repeated, and my heart felt like it stopped and then exploded in my chest. I bolted, not caring about anything else but getting to my son. I ran through the hospital, my mind racing with panic, hope, and fear all at once. I pushed past the door to his room, barging in without a second thought.

I rushed to Tommy's side, grabbing his small hand in mine, my breath shaky as I whispered, "Tommy, mommy is here. Tommy?"

The doctor was already by his side, looking concerned. “Doctor, what’s happening? Please, tell me what’s wrong. There’s something we need to do. He’s getting weaker, isn’t he?” My voice cracked with desperation.