Chapter Twenty Six: Tears
Carter's pov
I am fearful once again, I don't want to traumatize this child after he see's his mother. I am scared of how he would react and how I will react, will I be able to contain myself?
Xylon holds my hand as we walk to his mother's room and as I am about to open the door he squeezes my hand and I did the same to reassure him. I open the door and there Neveah was.
It was an unbearable image even for me, I wonder how Xylon feels to see his own mother in this state. I look down at him to see him with his mouth open and tear welling to his eyes.
Neveah Evelyn King was in the hospital bed with multiple needles coming out her and machines surrounding her, her skin is bruised and many bandaids covering her wounds.
"Is she dead?" Xylon asks and I pick him up and he wraps his tiny arms my neck.
"No, big man. She's awake but she's... She's in a deep sleep-"
"Wake her up." He says with tears running down his face, it made me hold in my own tears.
"I wish I could, big man. I really wish i could."
Truth was that I feel guilty, Neveah was in this state because of me. I really didn't have to bring her to Vegas, she could've stayed with Leo while I go look for Xylon.
But of course I have to be selfish and bring her with me. So fucking selfish of me to do! Look at her now, I can't stand myself. She was shot by that guard and Tristans terrible aim, she got affected and was shot three times.
"Ah are you... Family?" A doctor comes in the room and I quickly put up an act.
"Yes. I'm the father of her child." I point to Xylon and Xylon nods agreeing with me.
"May I have a word with you?" The doctor says and I start to tremble hoping that he'd only tell me good news.
"Do you want to talk to your mom?" I ask Xylon and after a while he nods. I place him next to his mother while I walk out with the doctor standing in front of the door.
"What's up?"
"I have some terrible news. Neveah King has several bruised ribs and fractured elbow, a broken leg and is losing many blood cells, unfortunately that's a very big risk. We're not sure if she's going to make it."
"No, don't say that."
"She can't survive without an oxygen supply and we're seeing no improvements. I'd suggest we switch off the machines, sir."
"Listen here, we're not switching off no motherfucking machines. Neveah is going to make it. She's... She's going to make it."
The doctor nods.
"I understand this is a difficult time for you and your son. Good luck, sir." He walks off and I open the door to see Xylon lying on his mother's feet.
Looking at Neveah, I would also doubt she would wake up. She lays motionless, only her chest raising up and down.
I grab a chair and sit next to her bed and hold her hand, careful not to mess with any of the needles.
With Neveah, she's made me feel so many new emotional or lost ones. She's made me scared at times and now here I am crying at her hands.
"Neveah, please. I need you to wake up. Please, Neveah, please." I sob and Xylon comes up to me.
He tries to stop his cries, I place him on my lap and hug him tightly.
"It's okay to cry. Cry on me. Cry on my shoulder. It's okay." I reassure him and Xylon lets out a heartbreaking cry. It broke me deeply, but I continue to tell him it is okay to cry.
"Mommy. Mommy, please wake up." He cries slowly, "Mommy."
