Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

58. Heartbeat

The memory fades and is directly replaced by another one. I have trouble to process what just happened, but I have no time to think more about it.

Young Kitty's Perspective

It seems a few days later, Dr. Zayne and I are sitting in one of the laboratory rooms. He prepares me for another injection of the mystical treatment that is supposed to heal my heart disease. My heart is still in a serious condition but at least I had no further attacks like back then as a little kid.

The atmosphere in the room is quiet except for the sound of the medical equipment beeping in the background. Dr. Zayne is carefully preparing the injection, his hands steady and precise as he works. He glances over at me, studying my expression. He can sense my tension, and he knows I am not looking forward to the injection.

As he sees my grumpy expression, Dr. Zayne uses my old nickname in an attempt to comfort me. "Hey, little one. Don't be upset. The treatment takes its time." He smiles gently at me as he tries to soothe my irritation. Besides Sylus he is the only one of the scientists I trust in this laboratory because he's the only one showing affection towards me.

"Look. We've developed a new method to monitor your heart rate." Dr. Zayne carefully straps the watch around my wrist, his touch gentle and professional. "If your heart rate increases to a critical rate, the watch will warn you and we can take countermeasures." I frown as I look down at my wrist with the fancy looking watch. Great. Another observation method. Just what I needed.

Dr. Zayne notices that I'm not a fan of the new watch or the additional observation. "Don't worry, little one. The watch is only a precautionary measure. We want to make sure your heart rate stays within a safe range." He notices my frown and sighs, understanding my frustration at being monitored so closely.

He holds up the silver watch, showing me its delicate design and intricate details. "At least it is kind of pretty, right?" Then he presses a button on the watch to start it, and the small monitor shows my heartbeat. Bum-Bum-Bum... pretty steady for a weak heart. Dr. Zayne nods approvingly as he sees that my heart rate is stable, the beat consistent, if a little slow. He gives me a reassuring smile, patting my shoulder gently.

Then it's finally time for my injection. The needle glints in the sterile laboratory light as he gently takes my arm. He can sense my tension as I brace myself for the procedure, the nervous expectation etched on my face. I know it's going to hurt like hell. "Just a small pinch." Dr. Zanye assures me, his voice steady and calm as his eyes searching mine. "You're doing great, little one."

I flinch in pain as the red liquid rages through my veins. The monitor on the watch changes color, turning from a steady green to an alarming orange, as my heart rate increases. Dr. Zayne quickly notices the change in my heart rate as the medication begins to take effect. He places a hand on my shoulder, his voice calm despite the situation. "It's okay, little one, just relax."

"Your heart rate is going up, but that's to be expected. It's a normal response to the treatment. At least, the watch seems to work." Dr. Zayne was right back then. With each passing treatment the agony is a little better to endure, and the pain already subsides. "Yes, I am okay. I can get back to my room on my own. Thanks, Mr. Z."

"I'm glad to see that the pain is lessening with each treatment." He says with a hint of relief in his voice, about to reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear like a father. But at the last moment he hesitates, and his hand goes to the back of his neck instead, maintaining a professional distance. He clears his throat, his voice firm and authoritative. "It's a good sign that your body is adjusting to the medication. But be careful. You should avoid stress at any cost. Understood?"