Craved (Book 2)

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Update: 7/11/20

Chapter Eighteen

Greyson

"Mr. Wolfe!" Natalie called out as soon as she saw Greyson walking through the doors. He quickly signed his name and followed Natalie down the hall to his grandmother's room. Her doctor had just finished checking her vitals when they entered.

"Hey doc. How is she?" He was scared to ask. His heart was pounding and he knew the answer before the doctor even opened his mouth. His grandmother looked so frail and helpless. When he was here just last week, she looked perfectly fine, like a woman just resting and enjoying her daytime television.

"I'm sorry, but it'll be a miracle if she makes it another day. Do you have her affairs in order?"

Greyson couldn't take his eyes off of her, tears building, throat clogging, chest hurting. It was too much. It was too painful to speak so he shook his head. He wasn't sure if she even made a Will and Testament before she lost her mind completely.

"I'm not sure but I can call and find out." He whispered. Greyson grabbed his chair and plopped down. His whole world was about to slip from his fingers and there was no stopping it.

He reached across the bed and took her small hand in his. It felt cold as if she had stuck them in a bucket of ice. He had remembered reading somewhere, when someone is on their death bed, the first things to go were their hands and feet. He wasn't sure if it was completely true or not.

"Why are her hands so cold?" There was only one way to find out.

"It's one of the signs she's nearing the end." Explained the doctor. "Her body is shutting down slowly, so it's reserving the amount of blood flow to certain parts. I'll give you two a moment." He patted Greyson on the back as he made his way out the room.

"I'll be at the front if you need anything, Mr. Wolfe," Natalie whispered as tears fell from her eyes. She gave one last look at the woman she cared for before leaving them alone.

"Gran, you can't leave me yet. I'm not ready." Voice broken, filled with sorrow, Greyson did his best to hold back the tears. They blurred his vision to the point where everything began to blend together.

Greyson closed his eyes and began praying to whatever god would hear him, wishing they'd let his grandmother go in peace. It would be selfish of him to wish they'd keep her here longer when she was suffering. He just couldn't do it.

After his silent prayer, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. Even though his parents didn't give two shits about his grandmother, he still needed to call and tell them what was going on. It was his mother's mother after all.

"So, the ingrate is calling, he must need some money." His brother sneered into the phone.

"Jo I don't have time for your shit. Where's mom?" He gripped his grandmother's hand a little tighter to keep his anger at bay. He didn't want to deal with his brother's antics right now.

"Why so you can sweet talk her into sending you more money to blow through. I don't think so." Before he could get another word in Jo hung up the phone.

Greyson gripped the phone tight in his hands wanting to punch any and everything. Why the fuck was his brother so damned childish. After taking a few deep breaths he tried to call back.

"Wolfe residence," Jo answered with a slight chuckle.

"Jo, I need to speak to mom. NOW!" He yelled. His patience was wearing thin and Jo was one syllable away from pressing the wrong button.