11: He will pull through.
**Kala pov**
“Venom?” I repeated the word, but coming from my lips, it sounded like a bloody curse, not a question.
I was seriously losing my mind in the worst way possible. With one of my hands cradling the baby bump and the other clutching Zion’s beast’s paw, I was barely standing upright.
The healer nodded like he had seen this before and I swear, that was impossible.
There was no way anyone had seen something awful like this - no way.
Sure, living in the mountains, completely isolated from society and whatnot, they probably had many encounters with wild, starving animals or even attackers, but I couldn’t believe that they had ever met something as scary as that thing inside Bane.
“You see, the creature that attacked him is very old. Way older than any of us have ever met. However, I’ve read about it in fae books - the living dead beast that’s tied to a curse of centuries. His canines are deadly, the venom it injects into the victim’s body is lethal in most cases,” the healer explained.
My head spun, I felt like I was about to throw up and pass out on the spot, but I refused to fall. No way was I going down like this.
“What can we do?” I asked, again, hissing more than talking.
The healer looked at me, a compassionate look in his eyes, “I’ll inject the anti venom, but for most part, what we can do is sit back and pray the moon Goddess has more than this planned for your mate. Right now, we need divine intervention more than anything else.”
I sucked in a breath and nodded in agreement. “Okay, okay, I think I get it.”
No, I didn’t fucking get it. Not in the slightest. All I knew was that I wanted my mate to shift back to his own body, look at me with those eyes that sparkled like I hung the moon for him and hold me while I cried.
Zion couldn’t just die on me like that.
No, I didn’t agree with this. My mate would survive and be there, holding my hand while I cursed his entire existence during labor when our baby would finally come.
My eyes focused back on the healer who was still standing there, looking every color of stupid and I just snapped. “What are you waiting for? We don’t have time to waste, darn it, go and get that thing you’ll inject in my mate to save him!”
His eyes widened a fraction, as if I just kicked his ass into gear, out of that weird state he was stuck in and instantly, he rushed away, leaving me standing with Zion and the big dude who carried him here.
“So.. uh,” the man scratched the back of his neck nervously and cleared his throat. “You.. umm.. growing a baby in there or are you just fat?” He asked and pointed a finger at my baby bump.
I had to, absolutely had to look down and double check if he really was talking about the bump.
Then, I looked up at him and gasped, “are you that fucking stupid or are you just pretending to be?”
His cheeks turned bright red as he raised his hands in surrender and took a step back. “Hey, I didn’t mean to insult you, I was just asking. You never know, some women have bellies without babies inside them.”
My eyebrows had to be touching my hairline because what the fuck..
Clearly, while his body was absolutely massive, even overgrown, his brain wasn’t catching up at all.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I pointed at my belly and said, “yeah, and some men have bellies way bigger without the ability to produce a baby. In my case, there’s a baby in there,” then, I pointed at Zion, “and the man who put that baby in there is laying here, trying to not fucking die on us.”
His eyes darted between me, Zion and the belly for a few times until it finally clicked and the man nodded. “Our healer is very good. He will make sure your mate lives.”
“I hope so,” I muttered and squeezed Zion’s paw a little tighter, hoping and wishing he could feel my touch.
For a good while after the uncomfortable conversation, the tent remained silent. At least until the healer arrived with packs of something in his arms.
Reluctantly, I released my hold on Zion and stepped aside to give the healer more space. I knew that regardless of anything, the man needed space to work on saving my mate.
For a minute or two, I wouldn’t die without skin to skin contact with him.. Right?
But of course, regardless of how much I kept reassuring myself that everything would be just fine, there still was that annoying, awful pit in my stomach that I couldn’t shake off regardless of how hard I tried.
Eventually, I started breathing as heavy as a darn car engine and my heart beat so fast, I was sure everyone in the room heard it, including Zion in his awful state and even our unborn child.
Right this moment, I learned why Zion was so adamant to keep helping Bane - why he didn’t want to give up on his best friend despite everything. There wasn’t a worse feeling than helplessness when you had to stand aside and watch someone you love suffer.
“He will pull through.” I jumped as the brute whispered near my ear. For someone so large, he moved around surprisingly fast and silent. I didn’t even notice how he approached me.
Okay, yes, I was more focused on Zion than anything in this tent, but that couldn’t be held against me simply because I had a good reason for that.
“I know,” I finally muttered a weak agreement, my eyes still following every movement the healer made, almost as if, deep down, I feared these lions didn’t have Zion’s best interest at heart after all. “He isn’t one to give up without a fight.”
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