-: CHASE :-

What was life? A continuous circle of pain and misery. Whoever the fuck said that in life everything has to be balanced, was so fucking wrong. If you spend half of your life in misery, other half would be blessed with joy ... was so god damn fucking wrong. Becuase all throughout my life I had only felt pain and grief.

After enduring so much heartache and sorrow, life had again brought me at the same check point. Where my tear ducts were begging to leak open but I couldn't allow myself to cry. Because if I do end up tearing I would be labelled as a weak man.

A man who cries is weak and I am not allowed to do so ....

or that was what I had thought. But how could the universe even expect from a human to bear so much agony in his life and not end up breaking apart?

Keeping my fist on my mouth, I grinded my teeth in rage and agony. My nostrils flared as I tried to bury the grief in, but to no avail. My throat was tightening as emotions were howling to come out.

"Chase, it's time ...."

A soft whisper. Never had I ever heard Andrew speaking so softly. As if he was worried, one wrong word .... and I would break apart.

My eyes raked over the violent waves of sea. On a faraway distance, a narrow cliff was standing in the middle of the sea.
Alone, isolated and lonely. Just like me.

I closed my eyelid slowly and took a deep breath, only for a single tear to leak from my left eye. Chase Morgan had never cried, and had taken the vow to never ever shed a tear. But today, how could nature expect a father to bury his son, without crying.

"Chase."

Draven kept his hand on my shoulder to break the trance. I exhaled a deep broken breath, full of suppressed miseries and sorrows. It was time indeed, for the final ritual.

To bury my son.

The weather was gloom, dark clouds not letting the sun to cast its rays on us. As if nature was sharing our woes, sympathizing with me.

All my men were standing dressed in black clothes, a tiny casket lying on the ground. I didn't dare to take any other peek. The last time I did, had left me horrified.

The stab of Benjamin's knife was so deep, it had punctured my son internal organs. It was all bloodied and horrific when I had held his tiny corpse wrapped in a white blanket, in my hands, just a few hours ago.

Closing the lid of the casket, I looked up at the sky. A drop of rain fell on my forehead and many other followed. Nature lamented with me as I, along with Draven, Ares, Andrew held the small casket and placed it in the freshly dug grave.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks but the rain hid it well, playing it's role. It was as if nature wanted me to bewail, to finally bring my emotions out that I had buried deeply for so long.

The intensity of rain intensified but I didn't stood up, neither did my men nor my father. All of our eyes remained fixed at the casket. A small gravestone glared back at me, the writings on it mocking me.

Here lies a son, a prince.

Was he? Did he really get the chance?

I stood up and exhaled a harsh breath, my eyes gliding towards the tombstone lying just beside my son's.

Here lies Aurora Morgan, the best daughter, a loving mother, a caring wife and the regal Queen.

My mom.

"Take care of your grandson mom, I am sending him to you," I whispered looking at her grave and took some soil spreading it over the my son's casket .

A lumb formed in my throat and my vision blurred due to the tears. My legs gave up I sanked down on the ground again, a roar full of agony breaking it's way out of my throat.

*******

I walked back into the hospital room. It was all gloomy and bleak inside. Sarah was lying almost lifeless on the bed with numerous wires attached to her. She looked so pale, so vulnerable ... so breakble.

It's been 6 days to that incident. 4 days to my son's burial. And I felt so helpless. We still weren't back to my city cause Sarah's health didn't allow us to.

Exhaling a tired sigh I sanked down on the couch in the room, my shoulders hanging low. It had endured too much pressure for the last 45 days, since Sarah got kidnapped.

But now that she was here, all in one piece, infront of me, I still couldn't do anything to save her. I was responsible for this conditions of hers.

I wish I could lie in her bed, wrapping my arms around her and keep her secured. But that wouldn't be the right thing to do.

She wasn't in coma but was unconscious. The doctors confirmed my suspicion that her present comatose situation was the result of excessive stress and the loss of will to live.

And after Draven told me what that bastard had made home through in these last few days made my blood boil. He had been locked up in one of my warehouses and was under surveillance by my most trusted men. There was so much waiting for him.

Andrew had been here, beside me constantly supporting me, silenty. His presence was uncalled for but he insisted that he wanted to stay.

I leaned back my head on the headrest, my eyes drooping down due to fatigue, when a unobtrusive whimper made it's way to my ears. My eyes shot open and I sat upstraigt in a flash, my gaze settling on Sarah.

Her face was scrunched up in a small frown, but other than that her whole body was lying still. I quickly pushed myself on my feet and strode towards her.

My pulse accelerated. Was she finally going to wake up now?

"Sarah?" Taking her left palm in mine, I gently called her out. She didn't reply but squeezed back my hand lightly. Her frown disappeared and I released a breath I didn't realised I was holding.

Her eyes fluttered open and my heart stopped beating for a second. Everything around me stilled as her crystal blue orbs settled on me. My tongue felt heavy and my limbs froze as I gazed back at her.

She regarded her surrounding with guarded but blank and confused eyes. It was evident that she didn't remember what had happened, or it was all hazy for her. She might had went through a lot for her brain to get this fuzzy.

I waited for her to understand and come in terms with her present situation. It wasn't unexpected that I would need a lot of time and patience to make everything normal for her. What she had went through might even traumatize her in her upcoming days.

But I was ready for this. Our loss was mutual but I would make sure that this doesnt break her down. I have had shed my part of tears. Now it was time to be by her side.

I waited for her to speak, to cry, to yell at me, to accuse me for not saving her on time and what not. But she asked me exactly the question, which I wasn't ready to answer.

"Where's my baby?" She croaked and coughed out, wincing as her stomach tightened.

I swiftly took the glass from the side table and helped her to sit up. She whimpered in pain and exhaled a broken breath, taking small sips from the glass I was holding.

When her thirst got quenched I kept the glass back on the table and pressed the button at the side of her bed to alert the doctors. I wasn't sure how she would react to the loss of our baby. And doctors had strictly ordered not to present her with any kind of unpleasant news.

"Where's my son, Chase?" This time her voice was a bit more louder but my heart dropped to my stomach when she asked it again. For the first time in my life, I was scared and petrified to answer a simple question. I had killed and maimed and tortured many humans in my life. I never bothered to hold back or break people either physically or mentally by mind games.

But right now .... I would rather throw myself in a pool of hot lava than acknowledge her query.

"Dont worry, you're safe now. I won't let anyone or anything harm you," I whispered gently and tried to put my arms around her but she gasped and pulled herself back.

"Don't ... just answer my question." She trembled and coiled herself in ... her palm coming up resisting my approach to comfort.

"Calm down love, everything is okay." No it wasn't. But I still tried to convince her. Tired to convince myself that I hadn't suffered a tremendous loss.

"Where's my baby Chase?" This time it was just a whisper but her voice was heavy with emotion. Her pale face had started turning ruddy and I quickly pressed the button attached to her bed to alert the doctors.

"He ... he is ..." I stammered for the first time in my life cause I was fucking petrified to answer her question.

"WHERE IS HE?"

" HE'S DEAD!" I blurted out in frustration.

Everything turned silent around us. Dead fucking silent. Sarah's eyes widened in the shape of saucers before a wry laughter broke out of her throat. It was dry and possessed no joy.

"Stop kidding Chase. Come on now, we have waited so long for him to come. Go and bring him to me, I need to feed him," Sarah said in a very casual tone, nudging me towards the door ... signally with her head to bring our son. But how the hell was I supposed to bring him when he was six feet underneath the ground.

Two doctors along with a nurse hovered around the door, not daring to enter. They were scared to face me and my men and wanted us gone as soon as possible, due to the several armed men who were guarding and patrolling the corridors.

"Dont waste time Chase! Go and bring him, now," Sarah demanded giving me a uncertain smile. I looked at the ceiling and shut my eyes, massaging my forehead.

Denial. She was at the stage of denial.

Taking a deep breath I sat beside her on her bed, but her gaze was fixed at the door ... waiting for someone who would bring her our baby.

"Sarah, look at me." I cupped her cheeks and turned her face towards me. She had a wild look on her face and her eyebrows were puckering in annoyance.

"Dont you dare utter a word, Chase. Bring. Him. To. Me. Now!" Her nose flared and her breaths turned heavy.

I shook my head and opened my mouth but a loud screech snapped shut my mouth.

"Arghhh! My baby! Bring him to me!" Sarah snapped, her voice cracking as she clutched her hair and tugged at its root. Her heartbeat accelearteted as the electrocardiogram machine started beeping louder and faster.

"Doctors!" I roared and two doctors who were standing with three nurses for the last 5 minutes at the door, scurried in.

"Dr. James, the patient is collapsing. We need to sedate her." The nurse panicked, trying to grab Sarah's hand but she jerked them away violently. Her wild bloodshot eyes turned towards me and she howled, "You killed him! You are the reason my son is dead today."

Two other nurses grabbed her hand and Dr. James injected her with a sedative as I stayed rooted to my spot, the scene in front of my eyes almost knocking me off my senses.

"No! My baby! You people killed her. Bring him ... to me now you mur .... murderers."

Slowly everything calmed down as Sarah's body turned slag once again and her eyes fluttered shut, incoherent words babbling out of her mouth.

The nurses and the other doctors silently stepped out of the room but Dr. James stayed behind. I plopped down on the couch in the corner of the room, my hard eyes fixed at Sarah. How was I going to handle her? Sedating her several times was definitely out of question and I don't want her to have an heart attack from the news.

"Mr. Morgan," Dr. James called me out and I quickly tore my gaze from Sarah. My chest was constricting and I needed some fresh air. I was getting suffocated.

Pushing myself on my feet I sauntered out the room, the guards at the hallway nodding at me. They would keep an eye on her, but right now I needed to get out of here.

My steps stalled as I stepped out on the terrace of the hospital. The shore lights were glaring at me, accompanied by the twinkling stars, lightning up the dark surrounding. Except, it wasn't enough to brighten up my days.

You killed him!

My stomach churned violently as I grinded my jaw hard. Yes! I was the reason my son was dead today. I was a failure. I couldn't rescue them on time ... I couldn't save them.

You are the reason my son is dead today.

Yes ... I was. Everything had collapsed down. The beautiful monument both of us were building for these last few months would had been complete at the arrival of our baby. But it would never be complete again. Whatever was build would tumble down soon too.

A movement on my sideview caught my attention and I pulled my gun out with a flash, aiming at the person.

Ares was standing behind me with Mark, their faces blank but a hint of sympathy visible on both of their eyes. Fuck it! I didn't need that. I deserved a bullet in my head for being the biggest fucking failure.

"What are you two doing here?" I growled, turning away from them. They didn't need to see the pathetic me.

"For your protection," They said together and took out the guns, their sharp eyes scrutinizing every direction.

"Leave. I don't need anyone. You're forgetting whom you are speaking with."

They looked at each other, something shifting into their gaze before they nodded and took several steps away from me near the entrance door. Their previous cautious stance back.

For the rest 20 minutes none of us talked, they doing their jobs and I standing there silenty, gazing at the shoreline.

I knew this kind of reaction was coming from Sarah was natural, but didn't realise that this could affect me like that.

But me standing here mutely repining won't solve our problems. We had lost our baby, and had faced the worst lost already.

I strode down after a few minutes with a clear head, Mark and Ares still vigilant and hot on my heels when Draven turned the corner and stalled infront of me.

"Update." I clipped.

"He had been transported to one of our warehouses, locked and caged with a broken wrist and a cracked ankle. Security is extra tight."

Nodding my head, I came into the hallway, Draven taking the place of Mark. I was just about to enter Sarah's room when I saw Dr. James standing beside her bed, his nervous eyes trained on a board staring at a chart, along with Ariadne

"Can you stop staring at me?" Dr. James emphasized on stop because she was basically scanning his every little action.

"No. I have my eyes on you. Dare you do anything suspicious and I am going to cut your balls off." The doctor visibly shivered at her words but her harsh face didn't smoothen down.

As soon as I entered the room, Ariadne's vigilant body turned a little slag and she took a few steps back.

"Mr. Morgan, can I gave a few words with you? In private?"

Ariadne left the room, shutting the door on her way out as I looked back at the doctor. He was Sarah's main doctor and was the one who did the major operation. But right now, as he was continuously gulping while nervously gazing at me and Sarah from time to time, it was legit disturbing.

"What is it?" I snipped, not in the mood of subtle hints.

He dragged his cupped hand down his lips, before gulping down audibly and murmured, "When you bought ms. Wilson, she was in very critical condition. The stab, though single stroke, was very brutal and had severely injured her abdominal tissues."

I snarled my lips up, hinting him to come to the point directly.

Clearing his throat, he looked back at the chart which was clipped to a board. "What I mean to say is that Mr. Morgan, her uterus is damaged. It ... um, it might not be ... ," he stuttered at the end and I growled out at him, grabbing the nape of his neck.

"For the last time doctor. Loud and clear!" I was ready for whatever was coming. The worst was already over. What was left anymore to loose anyway.?

"Her uterus is too weak and damaged to bear a child in future. Even if she somehow manages to conceive, the fetus won't survive for too long."

Everything stilled around me, by blood freezing in my vein.

"Come again?" I quitely asked, looking right into his eyes, unable to register those words. Maybe, I heard wrong.

Heaving a deep sigh, he uttered those words again, loud and clear this time. "She won't be able to give birth ever again."

I was wrong. The worst wasn't over yet.

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