Species

Chapter 21

                Blood was everywhere. His hands were covered in blood, her blood. In a panic, knowing the message her eyes were trying to convey, as soon as her eyes closed and he heard her heart fail he reached for the closest sharp item and cut her belly open.

"Are you insane?!" someone had yelled at him. Maybe he was. He wasn't sure. He didn't know why but he had to save her. It was weird like he couldn't fully control himself. He ripped her child from her body and tossed it aside not really giving a damn what the hell happened to it. He stared at her face waiting for some sort of reaction. Nothing. There must be something he could do!?

Unsure of himself, he did the first thing that pooped into his head. He started performing CPR on her. She didn't respond. After a few rounds he noticed that there were three guys just watching him.

"DO SOMETHING!" he ordered in such a fierce angry voice, his eyes blazing. The men immediately snapped to attention and began moving about the room. One man took the baby to a nursery. Another tried to call Drew again. The last man got her an IV of something.

      Drew's entrance filled the room with a chill. 

"Is she dead?" he asked flatly. Patrick wanted to punch him, but then thought against it and pounded her chest.

"Patrick, stop it. You look like an idiot." he walked around Patrick and pushed him away placing an oxygen mask on her. "She's breathing on her own."  Sure enough the masked fogged up when she exhaled.

"Well, excuse me, I'm not a doctor." Patrick spat at Drew. Drew acted as though Patrick hadn't said a word. "What are we going to do?" he hollered at Drew in bewilderment.

"I am going to stitch her up. Then we wait. See if she wakes up or not." Drew said so calmly. 

How is he not freaking out? This is his wife!

Drew positioned himself over her abdomen and started his work. He seemed calm, at ease, as if this was somehow therapeutic to him. 

"I must admit I'm a little bit disappointed in you Patrick." Drew paused but Patrick knew he had more to say. "Letting your emotions get the best of you. Just cutting a woman open out of fear she may die possibly risking the life inside her. The valuable life we need, inside of her."

"She's your wife. And that 'life' was alive the last time I saw it. You're welcome."

"Yes, she is my wife. She is beautiful and very dear to me." he finished stitching her up and began applying medicine to her wound before wrapping her up. "But my experiments are much more important. My work will span a life time and cannot be stopped or halted by some girl."

Silence fell over the room. Drew finished his work and covered her up. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

"You need to learn some self control." he spoke to Patrick while staring down at Chloe's face. "I don't know what she is or means to you, but for your sake I hope it is not anything romantic." Patrick knew it was a threat. Drew popped his knuckles just incase he wasn't clear enough. Turning around, Drew and Patrick had a mini stand off. 

"I just didn't want you to lose her." Patrick told him. It was harder than he thought it'd be to keep his face smooth and his tone not sarcastic.

      Drew gave Patrick a small smile, but his eye's were calling bullshit. He slowly walked toward Patrick and gave him a too hard pat on the back. "You're such a good little brother." Drew told him before leaving.

Patrick wanted to kick the walls in, punch something, but he had to remain cool. He looked at her lifeless body. How long will we wait? He wondered. He stormed out of the room needing some distance. He didn't get to storm too far. In the hallway waiting for him were Sophie and Bergita. The women were obviously full of worry. 

"Patrick!" Bergita hollered and a wave of relief covered her face. "Oh Thank Goodness," she reached out for him grabbing his arm for support. "Is she okay?" she asked him with big eyes that were searching through his. 

"I don't know." he answered flattly. He didn't know though. Didn't know why'd he'd been so reckless. Didn't know if she'd fully recover. Didn't know anything. "She's going to need a blood transfusion." that was something he knew and could tell them.

"You'll both want to get tested to see if you're a match." he said looking between Bergita and Sophie.

"And the baby?" Sophie asked.

He glared at her for a second before shaking away his nasty attitude. He wanted  to sneer, but he knew he couldn't that baby was worth more than gold to Drew and apparently to others as well.

"It's huge." was all he said. It was huge. He didn't really look at it, but he felt like he'd pulled a bowling ball out of her, a heavy bowling ball. How she'd walked around with that heavy thing stuck in her, he didn't know.

"Is it alive?" she asked. Why'd she care? Better yet why couldn't she see he didn't give a rat's ass.

"The last time I saw it, it was." he pointed down the hall toward the nursery where he knew they kept the babies. Knowing Drew, he's probably had some elaborate nursery set up for this little bastard. Sophie nodded a thanks and scurried down the hall to go see the child. 

         

               Bergita gently stroke Patrick's arm with her thumb. "What is bothering you, Mr. Patrick, hmm?" her eyes were big and soft.

He looked into her eyes and for a moment contemplated explaining everything to her. Letting everything out and having her help making sense of it all, but he couldn't. He was a man. And he couldn't appear weak.

"Thanks, Bergita," he really meant it. "but I'm okay. really."

She gave him a small smile and a knowing look. She knew he was lying about being fine, but she wasn't going to press him on it. He'd tell her when he was ready. "Okay," she replied and let go of his arm.

Monica came noisily down the hall. Her fur trimmed, pink, house heels clanked with every step she took. A matching long , dramstic, pink robed wrapped around her. 

"I heard," she was out of breath. "Is she okay?" 

Disgusted. He was disgusted in the sight of her. She was a vulture circling around waiting for Chloe to die in order to snatch up her ring, her man, and all of her belongings.

"Go crawl back into the whatever hole you came out of." he told her not holding back.

Monica gasped in shock. "Excuse me!?" her face was nasty and her eyes were evil. "Do you not see my clothes? I'm a woman of status. A woman connected to a man of importance."

"Whatever you got to tell yourself. You're his whore. You are nothing but a ring in a pig's snout, and no amount of 'status' or material things will change that."

She didn't know what to say back. She stood there fuming trying to think of something, but couldn't so she stormed off dramatically throwing her robe around. He rolled his eyes at the sight of her dumb little fit. 

"I'm going to the gym." he looked back at the door where Chloe was. "Bergita," he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed. "would you mind waiting with her?" 

Bergita smiled so warmly. Her eyes a glow. She gave him a warm feeling. She was like honey. 

"Of course, I will wait, Mr. Patrick."

"Thanks, Honey," he bent down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Honey?" she questioned.

"That's my new name for you. You're sweet like honey." he explained and then ran to the gym.