Dancing With A God

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

She woke up, slowly and in pain, grunting as she lifted her weight to her elbows. But she fell back on her back with a cry of pain. Something in her lungs was hurting her. She felt them bleed and harm her. Only, she didn't understand. She didn't understand smithing. And she didn't even understand where she was.

"You are awake !" Cheered a very old man, coming into the room with a tray in his hand.

She looked at him and gasped. How could she ever forget the face of her son ? Even if it was wrinkled, she recognised those enigmatic grey eyes, that round nose adorable to her and those hair once brown but who were gray.

"Aaron ?" She whispered in a gasp as he got closer and put down the tray.

And when he smiled and cried, she knew she was right. So, without minding the pain in her lungs, she embraced him in a hug, digging her fingers into his back.

Her son had returned to him.

"Mum ?" Carefully said the man in a crackled voice and Quinn knew with a wince that it wasn't being of his tears but more being of a sore throat. She wished she could heal all of his pain.

"It's me . . ." She stopped suddenly and coughed, again and again, almost choking and when she calmed down and looked at her hand, she saw it stained with blood.

A crimson, red blood.

Who came from her mouth.

"Mum !" Scoffed Aaron in horror and he tried to clean the stained hands of his mother, crying as much as he was. "Don't get too excited please ! You have broken ribs who pierced your lungs."

Quinn smiled fondly at her son. She took his face in her cleaned hands and smiled faintly, her eyes narrowing at the concern on his face.

"Why didn't you bring me to the hospital ?" She tried to ask but her sentence finished in a coughing fit, followed by the gasp of her boy.

Aaron understood her therefore, explaining in a blabbered : "Because the hospital was too far and my phone doesn't work !"

Quinn never damned as much the storms. Because of the earliest weather, there was no way to talk to the outside world. And now, the sun was up and high. Only, she didn't curse the weather as much. That way, she could see her son for a longer time. And that was worth every injury in the world.

" Say to Sebastien, Rosie, Sasha and all the others at the orphanage that I loved them." She said and fell back on her back, coughing again but her energy weakening as the blood flood slowly out of her mouth. It was her dear son who cleaned it.

She didn't like that her boy was seeing her as week. But she was on the brink of death, she knew it. Her arm rolled off the bed,knocking down the tray resting in an unbalanced way on the table. The sound of the breaking plate made her wince but she did not move any more.

And then she knew.

"I love you." She said lastly in her last breath, taking in her own week hand the one of her son, stroking it in slow moves.

Even if it would have taken days for her to perish from her injury,

She knew that she wasn't normal anymore.

She had played with death to much

And it was time for her to pay for

her arrogance.

And when her heart beat for the last time, she heard for the last time her son bidding her goodbye.

"I'm sorry mummy . . ." He whispered and he kissed goodbye on the cold forehead of the one he saw as his.