I glared at him as my mouth parted in disgust. “Th-things?” I squeaked out and continued to suck on the drop.
He widened his eyes at me, getting slightly pissy.
“Honey, stop talking. Our children, yes,” Benlyam pulled up, looking at my hands again.
“Th-they a-aren’t things…” I muttered, but only got pain when my cords yanked. Benlyam quickly pressed his finger against my lips to silence me. He shut his eyes for a second before he opened them again.
I moved my head back but didn’t really have anywhere to go.
“Stop. Talking,” he whispered. I shot him a look and he pulled back his finger. He gazed back at my bump. “Am I allowed to touch our pups?” he asked lightly and I glared at him, trying to scoot away, but I didn’t do much.
He nodded with a small frown that he was trying to cover up, his eyes showed his hurt. He sat down. “You should get some sleep.”
He was going to stay? I shook my head.
… He would hurt me again…
Benlyam sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Violet, I didn’t touch you,” he whispered, “We’ll talk about it when your vocal cords are better.”
I frowned as my eyelids fluttered. I was tired and I wanted to sleep. I started to drift when I heard Benlyam get up. I opened my eyes and hazily looked at him.
“I’m just turning off the lights,” he explained softly and I panicked. He felt it. I shook my head with wide eyes.
“N-no!” I gasped, my throat constricting.
“Okay! Okay, calm down, honey,” he sat back down, leaving the lights on and I took a breath. I fell asleep.
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I felt Chris’s hands on me. He pulled out a knife and grinned at me.
“You left me, babykins. How dare you! He took something away from me, so I’ll take something away from him!”
He slammed the knife down in my abdomen and I screamed.
–
I shot up in bed, grabbing my stomach. I tried to look around but it was pitch black in the room and without Sage, I couldn’t see anything. I felt hands grab me and all I could think of was Chris. Trauma blinded me.
I screamed and tried to push the muscular arms off of me. I was hysterically sobbing.
“G-get off!” I yelled my vocal cords scratching and cracking. The hands left me and I pushed myself away just as lights flickered on.
I whipped my head around the room and my eyes only found one figure. Benlyam neared me with his hands raised, concern flooding his features.
“Hey, Violet, you’re okay,” he whispered as he neared me.
… He hurt me. Danger. Protect your babies!…
I frantically scooted away from him and almost fell off of the bed, but he quickly grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, despite me pushing against him in fear.
“Shh, Violet, honey, you’re okay. I’m here. I got you,” he rubbed my back, trying to calm me down as he looked around the room for something. An inhaler. He didn’t find one.
He muttered a curse and focused on calming me down with the bond. He’s done it before, like when I woke up from my coma. He’d let me get it out of my system but once it started leaning toward me hurting my mental state, he’d calm myself. Like when he kissed my wrists to stop them from hurting, healing me.
Crying strained my vocal cords. It burned. He pulled me against him as he sat on the bed. He ran a hand through my hair as I sniffled, coming down, thanks to him.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a drop and put it by my mouth.
“Open,” he whispered to me and I obeyed, completely exhausted to fight him. I sucked on the drop as he rubbed my back, “good,” he mumbled. “Let me get you some water.”
He leaned over to the nightstand by the hospital bed and grabbed a glass of water, helping me drink it before placing it back down.
My hands went to my stomach and I looked down to make sure it was okay. I breathed out.
I looked up at Benlyam as he rocked me in his lap. I couldn’t even speak, instead, I just mouthed, ‘Where is he?’
He sighed. “Far. He’s in the King’s possession right now.” He kissed my forehead lightly as he started to lie me down, pulling the blankets over me. I was slowly falling back asleep.
Benlyam lightly placed a hand on my bump and I flinched at first but then my body naturally sank into him. Though my cracked eyes, I saw hurt flash across his features then dread-filled disappointment. He pulled his hand back as my eyes fully closed.
He kissed my forehead and right when I fell under whispered, “I love you so much Violet, I’m so sorry.”
But what I didn’t understand was, why did he make that face when he touched me? Did he know about this unnamed medical condition that no one will speak of? Or was he just ‘eh’ about me having his kids?