CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-SIX
“Take him out of my sight,” I commanded Zyx, addressing Fanny. “When he wakes up, let me know. He's going to tell me why he thinks my wife should be mad.”
I would definitely still love her regardless of what happens but I couldn't wrap my mind around all of this.
What was our future going to look like? Who will raise our child? Breast feed them, nurture them?
I'd been a big advocate for a mother's love yet here I was, denying my child that right by allowing this to happen.
I've always felt something was wrong for the past two weeks but I couldn't place my hand on it.
Three days ago, I was working on something in the Command room and Xy’thern kept pushing me to go see her. I refused, he'd been doing this way more frequently than usual and as much as I'd love to be by her side every moment, I had a ship to run and I couldn't do it from her side all the time.
But now, it occurred to me that he might have been calling my attention to what was happening. He'd always been there to save her each time her life was in danger but this was different because we didn't even know the details of this.
I imagined the horror she must have been going through. I endured that crap for a few hours and I nearly went crazy and he had the mind to put her through it for weeks?
Death was definitely too good a punishment for him. In fact, I didn't really care about the reason for it anymore, even if he tried telling me her suffering would ensure the perfect world for all of us, he'd still die. He had no right doing any of this.
And he definitely knew it was wrong, which was why he hid this from me. I remembered each time I asked him why she wasn't waking up and he would keep assuring me she'll be awake soon, meanwhile, he was tormenting her mind. I shivered at the thought of such wickedness.
And here I was, thinking I was horrible.
I stayed with her, ignoring every mention of work as she slept. By the change in her breathing pattern, I knew she wasn't in a coma anymore, instead, she was sleeping.
I guess her body was simply just trying to heal from that trauma as much as possible.
Throughout the night, I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the possibilities our medical system provided. Everything was about the body, nothing of the mind.
Maybe when we get to Zorvath, I'd dedicate a department strictly for figuring out how to undo this damage.
I'd already conversed with Xy’thern and there was no way to undo the damage through the mind control we had. In fact, with each second that passed, I realized that our hold on her lessened.
I didn't really mind that, I was just worried about it affecting our connection. The girl hated me on her own, all before I'd spent the last few months hurting her.
What would happen if that bond disappeared and she realizes she's in this status because of me?
Well, she'll be out of it so I guess that was the only advantage. I'd be the one to go crazy if she leaves me.
***
As morning rolled in, I heard knocks on the door and it was her friends coming in to check on her.
“How is she doing?” Rose, the one that had given birth asked as she came to her side.
Should I tell them what happened? I can't imagine how they'd feel knowing their friend was going to be out of sorts when she opens her eyes.
I wasn't usually this emotionally knowledgeable but I suspected she'd be upset knowing Tessa wasn't going to be able to raise her son with her as they'd planned all the while.
I best explain it to them before she wakes up; that'll make it easier to deal with.
“The other doctor that was –”
“She's waking up,” the older sister of the girl said with an excited smile.
It saddened me knowing that that smile was going to turn into a frown soon.
I sent a message to Memphis. He needed to be here immediately.
I stood up immediately from the bed and they parted ways for me to go by her side.
I knew she was supposed to be going crazy but what would be the signs?
I'd seen humans in psychological institutions before but they always displayed this in different ways.
Was she going to be quiet, angry, sad, dramatic or schizophrenic?
I looked into her eyes, hoping against all odds that she'd at least recognize me.
She yawned, rubbing her eyes in such a cute way that my heart made a strange movement.
“Mia Cara?” I called, fear gripping me tightly.
I was a strong Ky’rhan with enough power to make men piss their pants but at that moment, I was a terrified little boy hoping that just for once, things would go well for me.
“Hi,” she replied with a smile just as Memphis rushed into the room with a stethoscope.
“Step aside, Your Majesty. Let me check her blood pressure,” he commanded and I reluctantly pulled myself away from the spot I'd been kneeling.
Her eyes followed me as I moved away and I was holding my breath, scared of the prayer that was on my tongue.
Could it be?
It'll be crazy to imagine that she was actually fine, that she beat all odds as she was used to doing and somehow, went through that hell and escaped It, unscathed.
But I didn't let that thought root itself in my mind. If I did, I'd be more devastated when Memphis delivers the sad news he's currently checking her body for.
She hadn't said anything but hi so that only ruled out one scenario.
There were a plethora of others.
“Is she…”
“Am I what? What's wrong?” She asked, making my heart beat faster and the lights in the room shake.
I looked her over. I don't know what I was expecting but her demeanor looked… normal.
“This might seem crazy, your Majesty but she seems to have escaped all of that with her sanity intact.”
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