Experiment of Madness

51-The Weight of Our Mad Love-Aerra

With a swift and precise strike, Ivarsen, Dag's brother, and Ron snapped Link's and Emilia's heads, their actions a grim resolution to the conflict. The sound of impact echoed in the air, a finality to the end of their lives, their lives snuffed out in an instant.

As I see Dag unconscious, tied up by chains, I immediately throw the gun aside and run to him. I call out his name, fear and worry etching my words, my footsteps desperate and determined.
"Dag!" I yell, my voice filled with relief and concern, my heart pounding as I embrace him tightly, holding onto him as if he might disappear at any moment. Tears well up in my eyes as I look at his bloodied state.

My voice is filled with a mix of relief and grief, my emotions pouring out.
"Dag! Oh my goodness! Look what they've done to him," I cry as I hold him tightly, my voice trembling with sadness and worry.

My voice chokes with sadness and worry, the weight of the situation heavy on my shoulders. I gaze at the room, my voice echoing the horror I see.

"Everything is in blood!" I cry out, the weight of what had occurred sinking in. My emotions are raw, the events so overwhelming that I can barely hold back my tears.

Ivarsen barks out an order for everyone to move, urgency in his tone. Fane rushes in and swiftly unties Dag, working quickly to free him from the chains. His movements are urgent and efficient, a mix of tension and focus evident in his face.

My voice trembles, desperation and fear evident. "Is he alive!? Is he alive!? Tell me he is alive!" My heart pounds in my chest, my eyes wide with desperation as I wait for a response. The need for confirmation weighs heavily on me, my emotions running wild.

"He's alive!Thank fuck."Ivarsen says.
Fane snorts, his voice lighthearted as he responds. "Of course he's alive, who's brother is he!" His laughter carries a hint of amusement, his words offering reassurance while mocking the fear and worry present in my voice.

I look at him, my heart still racing but relieved that he seems to indicate Dag's survival.

Thank God!Thank god!

As I take in the situation, Ivarsen removes his own shirt and tightly binds it around Dag's injured body, using it as a makeshift bandage to stem the bleeding. The makeshift bandage is stained with blood, a grim reminder of the extent of Dag's injury. Ivarsen's expression is solemn, his attention fully focused on tending to Dag's wounds.

Please save him...

Please...

Fane lifts Dag carefully, his movements gentle despite the urgency. I move to help, supporting Dag's body from the other side, my focus on keeping him stable and ensuring his comfort. We move together, each step carefully coordinated as we move towards the exit, leaving the blood and the horror behind.

I spoke softly to Dag, trying to offer what comfort I could in this moment of uncertainty.
"You'll be okay. You'll be okay. Look, I'm here. I came for you. I came to you," my words are filled with a mix of worry and care. My voice trembling, the words carrying my relief, my love for Dag clear in my tone.

Gunnar and Ron hold Emilia and Link tightly as they follow after us, their actions securing the situation and ensuring our safe exit.

"I came to you. So don't you dare leave me! Do you hear me! You're my person," My eyes lock on Dag, my expression urgent and determined, hoping for a sign, any sign, that he can hear me. My words carry the weight of the sacrifices I've made to reach him.

I gently caress Dag's cheek, my hand trembling as I wipe some of the blood from his face. My words are quiet, my gaze filled with tenderness."I won't be able to do it without you...."

"You have to be okay! Do you hear me!?" My voice trembles as a few tears fall from my eyes, my fear apparent in the quiver. I continue to gently wipe the blood from his face, my touch light as I brush my fingers over his skin.

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The hours pass, each minute a torturous waiting game. The hospital hallways are a labyrinth of corridors and rooms, the air filled with the scent of disinfectants, my heart heavy with worry and anticipation. I pace outside the operating room, the sterile white walls a stark contrast to the emotions storming within me. The mask and hood hide my emotions, keeping a fragile facade. I wait and wait, my patience stretched to its limit.

It's been seven hours since Dag was taken into the operating room. In those hours, his mother hasn't stopped crying. But at some point, I felt like I couldn't cry anymore. The exhaustion and anxiety take a toll, a numbing sense of helplessness washing over me as I wait for any update. The clock ticks by, the minutes feeling like hours as worry consumes me.

Gunnar and Ivarsen stand beside their mother, their presence a steady support. They don't leave her side, their presence a source of solace and strength. They cling to hope, seeking to provide comfort and assurance in this moment of uncertainty.

Fane's emotions overwhelm him as he cries, his girlfriend offering comfort by hugging him. The weight of the situation weighs heavily on Fane, his tears a release of the fear and uncertainty. His girlfriend holds him close.

Ron stands next to me, his arms crossed . I give him a brief glance, his presence offering a sense of grounding amidst the chaos and worry. I shift my gaze to the girl next to him, Raven.

My words tremble, my desperation pouring out. "I can't breathe. Please, let him be okay. God, don't let anything happen to him." My tears continue to fall, my eyes reddened from crying. My chest aches with worry, the pain of uncertainty becoming harder with each passing moment.

My voice is broken, tears streaming down my face as I sink to the ground, hugging my knees. The words are a broken plea. "Be okay. Please be okay. I can't live without you. I can't go on," I whisper, my voice quivering, the weight of my emotion pouring out through my words.

My heart feels like it's been ripped out.

My voice is broken and filled with desperation. "You're all I have. You're all I need," I whisper, my voice a broken plea, my words conveying the depth of my dependence and love for Dag. The fear in my heart is a heavy burden, the worry and uncertainty almost overwhelming.

Pain courses throughout my body, but in the moment, I don't fully feel it. My mind and heart are consumed by the intense emotions, worry for Dag overpowering the physical pain. I don't pay attention to my injuries, my focus entirely on Dag. My chest rises and falls, my breathing unsteady.

"Be okay, Dag, be okay," the words escape my lips in a whispered plea, my heart pounding as I watch the clock. The wait feels endless, the uncertainty crushing. I cling to hope, my mind clinging to the idea that Dag must be okay.

"He'll be fine," the voice echoes, offering a moment of comfort.

I continue to encourage myself, my inner voice pleading. "He has to be. He has to," I repeat the thought over and over in my mind, my heart holding onto it as if speaking it will make it true.

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