𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄
Thea Quarts was never loved correctly. Not by her family, nor her lovers. She'd always wore a mask to cover up her families brutal truth, causing her to be unknown to who she truly was as a person. But when she meets a quirky p...
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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE THIS IS GOING TO KILL YOU
THERE was something nauseating about the obnoxious beep of the heart monitor. Thea couldn't help but, in a way, get a sense of deja vu. For years, especially as a newborn, she'd found herself imagining the hospital as her savior.
If she'd been here when she'd had her baby, maybe she wouldn't be here now.
But here she was, masking the ages of her immortality in a building rooted with the ripeness of mortality and its death given as a gift.
Thea's golden eyes blanketed Arthur's resting body in the hospital bed. His heart beat at a smooth rhythmic pace and it was the only thing to keep her from driving insane at the current moment.
"You're getting too emotionally involved with Arthur. It won't end well, Thea, and I think deep down you know that."
"No." Thea shut her eyes. Quiet. Everything is fine. Unaware of her hold on the arms share, she began to break into the wood, leaving a split traveling up the middle.
The sound of a cough interrupted her racing thoughts. While it was rather rough, the feeling of sandpaper or glass dragged across his throat, making the inside raw.
Thea jumped to her feet a little too quickly but she didn't care. "Here, drink." She softly demanded placing the straw of ice water near his lips. He hums at the satisfaction of the cool liquid taming his burning throat.
He pulls away, further opening his eyes to be a sick yellow. He seems to flinch at the bright light above. "Too much light?" Thea didn't skip a beat, she turned off the light directly shining above him but kept the furthest one on, laminating a warm yellow.
Arthur takes a seem breath before smiling his same warm smile that made Thea's heart beat again, "Old age, am I right?"
Thea crosses her arms, fighting a silly smile to express her concern. "Arthur, this isn't a time for jokes."
"This is the perfect time for jokes." Arthur chuckled but it shifted into another rough cough, Thea offered him more water and a silence was quick to settle over them both.
In the moments of silence, a nurse strolls. "Mr. Dalton, I'm Nurse Garren, how are you feeling?" She comes with a polite smile on her face, one that, unfortunately, out Thea on edge.
"I've seen better days." Arthur's voice weakened from all of the coughing, raspiness was clear.
Thea makes her way into the conversation, "Is everything okay?"
