The Worst Of Luck

chapter thirty two

Hospice?
My heart sunk as I heard those words leave Dr. Davids mouth. There was no hope for Aidan, it was over. All I had left with him was a few days.
It felt as though my world was falling apart beneath me. I tried to prepare myself for the worst, I knew things weren't looking up, but now that it's become reality, I feel as though I can't breath.

Vincent stood there, jaw clenched, fists balled, his eyes held nothing but unreadable emotions. I knew he was upset, he just shows it differently.

"The amount of time he has left is unpredictable, we're estimating a few days. But it all depends on Aidan's body. I'm truly sorry, Alpha and Luna," Dr. Davids apologized, before walking away. My heart weighed heavy in my chest, as my eyes filled with tears threatening to spill. I turned to glance inside Aidan's hospital room, his small body sleeping peacefully. He deserved so much better, so much more. I chewed on my lip to prevent myself from completely falling apart. What was I going to do without him? I steadied myself on the door frame of Aidan's hospital room, I felt like the walls were closing in.

"What are we supposed to do now?" I asked Vincent, completely defeated. I waited for his response, but nothing came. I turned my head to see him staring at Aidan's sleeping form, his eyes held broken emotions, his lips in a frown. He tore his eyes away from Aidan, and met my gaze. "I don't know." He said, sounding as if he was struggling to find the right words. I watched as he went and sat in the hospital chair next to Aidan's bed, the same one we slept in last night. "Come sit," I walked over to the chair, sitting on his lap as arms snaked around me. I felt his face in the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent. In attempts to calm his wolf I'm assuming. Alpha wolves didn't deal with emotions well, they're wolves always resorted to anger.

I was exhausted. I felt like I had finally lost the battle that I had been fighting since my mom passed away. I was going to lose my son, the boy who meant everything to me. How could this be the Moon Goddesses plan for him? He was four years old, he's barley lived. I was going to make his life as good as possible, I wanted him to have everything I didn't growing up. I wanted him to be happy. And now he was in pain, he was dying, and there was nothing I could to do help him. "Stop blaming yourself," Vincent said, interrupting my thoughts. I'm not sure how he could read me so easily. "My responsibility as his mom is to make him as happy as possible, to help him with any problems he has. But there's nothing I can do to help him now," I said, looking at my lap. I felt so lost, I didn't know what to do. How to feel. "There's nothing we can do, life works in cruel ways. All we can do is be here for him, make sure during his last few days he's surrounded by family and the people who care and love for him." Vincent said sadly, I knew he wished he could do something as well. As an Alpha he felt responsible to take care of his pup, his heir. But what he said was the truth, all we could was give him the best last few days.

I sighed heavily, leaning back on his chest listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. How did we get here? From living with Emily back in Texas, without Vincent. Believing Aidan had his whole life ahead of him. To coming back here, and receiving the news that had shattered my whole world.

"You need rest for tomorrow." Mumbled Vincent as he kissed the side of my head. Our relationship was complicated, I didn't have the energy to fight with him anymore. But I knew my wolf and I needed the support and comfort of our mate through this. He was the only good thing I had right now, even if he may hurt me down the road. I needed him right now.

I closed my eyes, listening to the rhythm of Vincent's heart slow as he fell asleep, my mind drifting off into another dreamless sleep.

The sound of someone's hushed whispers caused me to wake up, my eyes felt heavy as I looked around the dark hospital room to find a woman around my age standing at the end of Aidan's hospital room staring solemnly at him. I gently nudged Vincent with my elbow, in hopes to wake him up.
I heard his heart and breathing pick up, a sign he was awake.
"Who are you?" He asked, his alpha tone present. I watched as the young girl turned to look at us, she had long raven hair and piercing blue eyes. I didn't recognize her, and I'm assuming Vincent felt the same way as he proceeded to demand for her to answer him. "I cannot tell you who I am," She whispered, glancing at the door with eyes of terror. Who was she afraid of? "Im giving you five seconds to tell me, or you can tell the guards in the dungeons as they force it out of you," Vincent said, growling loudly. She looked terrified, but not of him. "Please, you must keep your voice down," she pleaded in a whisper, before walking closer towards us. "I'm not supposed to be here. But I had to see him," the girl said, glancing towards Aidan sadly.
Why did she need to see my son? How did she even know who Aidan was? I've never seen this girl before in my life. "How do you know my son?" I asked in a harsh whisper. My wolf surfacing, feeling threatened to protect her pup from this unknown person.
"Your son possesses the spirit of a Primordial. A lot of powerful wolves are out to eliminate him, and they'll use the people closest to you to do so," she whispered fearfully, "You mustn't trust anyone, please, for the safety of your son, get him out of here before it's too late."