"Marquése"

He knew exactly the person that was addressing him in this moment, because the only person that called him that was Khal. Everyone else was insistent to call him King or Alpha.

"Ha." Marquése chuckles to himself at the thought.
So much power but in this situation he had none, right now he was completely and utterly helpless.

"Marquése I know that you heard me."

"Khal, why don't you take the advice ave follow the path that your people paved and leave me be? Hell, it's like you just can bloody stay away. No one else dares to disturb me when I'm in here but you just like to kick the hornets nest don't you?"

"You need to get some rest."

"I'll get rest when she wakes up." Marquése grits out
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Flashback:

"Marquése stumbles in through the doors of the doctors quarters, bloodied and broken down. He was currently witnessing the single most terrifying scene of his life and he had absolutely no power to stop it.

Kiara was there, laid out on table, the clothing cut from her body, the only thing hiding her exposure was blood.

So much blood

It seeps out of the knife wound, pooling onto her abdomen before streams of it runs down the table and onto the floor.

She was dying

He rushes to her side, holding onto her for dear life.

"Baby, please don't go. I'm begging you p-please."

In an instant he was ripped from beside her body and the wolf within him roared to life.

"Let go of me! Don't you dare keep me away from her!"

"You have to let them work Marquése, you have to let her go."

"No I can't! I-"

"You have to calm down! Marquése she needs you to be calm right now. Trust me, I know that you feel helpless, like you can't do anything to help her, believe me because I feel the same way.
The best thing that we can do for her right now is to let the doctor do his job."

Khal's strong voice was the only thing that got through to him in the midst of his break down, the only thing he was able to hear other than white noise.

She was unconscious on the table and he starts praying to the Goddess that she wasn't dead, that she wouldn't die, not today.

"Can I let go of you now? Are you going to let him work?"
He could only nod

They both stood there throughout it all, shells of their former selves as they watch the doctor poke and prod and their best friend and love of their life.

Their was so much blood, that they didn't know if she would survive it. The odds of that was even worst seeing as the weapon was old and rusty, meant to kill anything that it goes through.

Hailey joins the boys shortly after, embracing a crying Khal. She also tries to take care of Marquése as well, the best she could but he just stood there, staring at nothing and everything. It was like he was in a different world, probably one where his mate wasn't fighting for her life at the moment.

The three musketeers stand, waiting for good news. They stay there through the whole thing, not wanting to leave Kiara's side. They all try to keep up a brave exterior but in actuality the best word to describe the trio was broken, absolutely broken.

The surgical barrier of plastic was pulled back and out steeped the doctor. As soon as they see him coming they all start praying in their heads.
They all need for it to be good news, because honestly none of them knew if they could do this without her.

The doctor's face holds the most glum look on it and instantly they all feared the worst.

"No! No no no no no no no no. Doctor don't you dare come out here and tell me that she's dead!" Marquése screams at the man before he could even get a word in, grabbing onto his own hair for dear life.

"No she's not dead." He kept on chanting to himself.

The doctor takes a hold of Marquése, stopping his movements and settling his body before him.

"She is not dead." The simple phrase was the greatest yet whispered

"She's not dead?"

"No, she's still alive my king."

Everyone around him was so happy they were in tears that their friend was alive and well but Marquése wasn't convinced that they were out of the woods as yet, because the doctor still had the dreadful look on his face.
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Tears built up in his eyes at the terrifying memory and his head turns to glance at her comatose body laying on the bed.

Her face looks so peaceful laying there that if he didn't know any better he'd probably think that she was asleep.

Hid eyes drifts lower, settling on the way her stomach rises before it falls; she was breathing and that wasn't the thing that causes the tear to fall. It was the fact that she was all bandaged up, the sight bringing back the horrible memory and his heart breaks a little more at the thought.

"Maybe she knows what we lost, maybe that's why she doesn't want to wake up, because she doesn't want to feel it. You know, the pain I'm currently experiencing, the pain we're all experiencing-"

"Marquése don't-"

"The pain for what he took away."

Marquése plunders back into his endless spiral, just at the simple stating of that sentence.
All the sorrow hits him like a bag of bricks and he's once again lost within the abyss that is his mind.

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"What's wrong?" Marquése asks and the doctor sighs out loud

"It's something quite personal, are you sure you don't want to hear this in private?"

"No just tell me! What's wrong with her?"

"The dagger missed most of her vital organs but um.." the doctor clears his throat, trailing off.
"The rust of the dagger caused complications, it had a terrible effect, causing what seemed to be an infection in her abdomen but we took care of that."

"So she's ok?"

"T-the weapon went through her abdomen and not only the poison in her body but the damaged that it caused was too much for her.
Her body couldn't handle it and I saw evidence of what seems to be damage to her uterus... it, it caused her to have a miscarriage."

"What?"

Everyone in the room was as silent as the dead.

Marquése just stopped breathing.

"The pregnancy wasn't very far along, it was just a little over three weeks so she didn't feel any pain, it just passed naturally.
I am so sorry my King."

The doctor expresses his deepest regrets for their loss, and everyone's teary eyes locked on Marquése.

All he felt was pain, heartbreak.

When he saw Kiara hurt he thought that he was broken, but his whole world shattered to pieces in this moment. The sentences felt just like punches to the gut, only much worse.

Every one of them brought just one more crack to his already broken heart.

It was like he frozen still in time, the only bodily function he had control over was his tears.
The drops flowed freely down his face, as he cried, showing the physical manifestation of his pain.

The strong man was wickedly brought to his knees. The thought that his innocent child was just another causality from a petty war was one that he just couldn't handle.
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Khal returns to the same place the next day to see Marquése in the same position as always, sitting beside Kiara's bed.

He sighs at the familiar sight, but for once he hoped it wasn't what he saw when he entered the glum room.

"I can't believe she still hasn't woken up. It's been more than a week now and she still doesn't know."

"Marquése don't -" Khal knew that he was going down the same bleak road as yesterday, he was only trying to stop him from once again  reliving his pain, but alas he couldn't.
Marquése still spoke the words and once again broke down.

"She still doesn't know that that monster took our child away."

It was like the last nail was being hammered into the coffin and he broke down all over again. His body crumbles, caving in on itself in terrible anguish.

"I c-can't do this. I can't do this Khal, not if he's not here with me! Not without her-"

"You don't have to ok, she will wake up and until she does we are all here for you ok. We are here to keep each other strong."

Khal helps Marquése to his feet but he pushes him away, not wanting to hear another empty promise. Empty because neither he nor they had the power to awaken her; hence why Khal couldn't really make that promise in good faith.

Marquése stubbles over to Kiara's bedside again, hovering over her sleeping form.

"Hey there princess, it's time for you to wake up now ok. Please you have to wake up Kiara."

Marquése strokes her forehead loving, brushing her hair to the sides of her face.

His finger caresses her cheek as he speaks soft promises of love throughout their bond.

"Kiara please, I know that you're still in there, please don't leave me alone. I can't do this without you baby."
His voice cracks on the last word, not believing that he had said it.

In the space of a whole week he hadn't been able to utter the simple syllables after what the doctor had told him.

He shakes his head, not wanting to break down again, and continues to talk to Kiara, trying to speak to her through the mind link.
Khal watches him as he caresses her face and decides that it was a bad idea to move him now.

The equally broken man turns around, taking a step forward in the opposite direction when suddenly, Marquése draws in a deep breath that catches his attention.

"Oh goddess!"

The statement draws Khal's attention completely, causing him to turn around to see the sight that he has been anticipating for more than a week now.

Kiara's hand grabs tightly onto Marquése's, successfully imprisoning him in it's cool grip.

"Marquése?"

And sleeping beauty awakes