A Journey Through Time (unedited) -Time Slipping Away Chronicles Volume 1-

Eirik

*Eleanor's pov*

-I watched as the castle burned. The flames dance in a distorted view of beauty. My home for what seemed like forever was on fire. Our hope was that the flames would purify the infection. That it would cleanse the earth. Many believed I caused it.-

I woke up with a start and feared for the lives of my countrymen, but mostly for my family and Eirik the overwhelming sadness that came over me.

I needed to find him, my son, I need him to be ok.

I got up and went to his room but before I could make it I heard the horrible cough. His lungs sounded like they were tar filled. He wheezed at the end of each cough.

Horror struck I couldn't move. I stood for what seemed like days before Jamie came up beside and put his arms around me.

"Love. He's strong like you he will be ok." Jamie whispered in my ear as his arms came around me. Holding me as if he was holding me together.

"He's dying." I barely whispered still feeling like this was unreal and not happening to me. Like a dream within a dream that couldn't possible be real. Yet here I was playing out my worst nightmare and fearing for my sons life.

Jamie said nothing, he didn't let me go either but he said nothing. He knew, I knew what I was talking about and he knew that when I said this about a patient I was right, always.

I took a breath an entered the room.

I would not leave while my son was sick. Which meant staying with him until he was either better or until he passed to the next life. The tears fell from my eyes as I pulled a seat next to his bed. His eyes were unseeing, he had fever, and he was twitching when he wasn't coughing. I watched and knew that Eirik, my Eirik, had been sick he last few days and played it off. He was not in the early stages of the disease. I marveled at the strength he must have gotten from his father as I my silent tears fell freely. I knew it wouldn't be long now until he drew his last breath.

My time would be taken far to quickly.

I couldn't help but wonder, would it be slow so I could have more time like those other poor souls that struggled for weeks on end until death finally took them. Or would it be quick, would he not suffer long and the death be quick.

I didn't know which would be a true mercy anymore.

I just wanted my son well again.