Page 125 of Soulmateless
His breath is disturbingly harsh. I lean in closer, putting my forehead against his. “Stay with me, okay?”
He doesn't respond as his eyes roll back, his head leaning back against the wall.
No. Shit! “Stay up!”
I whip my head towards the front of the castle. Don't tell me the smoke is gonna kill him! “Help! Help! I got Amias!”
I look back to Amias, making sure his chest is moving up and down. Thank Godusa, it is. I put my arms under his to bring him closer to the crowd in front. Within a few seconds of calling for help, a woman who has long wavy blonde hair and blue eyes runs up to me. She sobs, and clutches her chest in her long beautiful pink dress.
“My dove!” she cries out. She towering over me by at least two feet. It feels intimidating being so small in comparison.
My body tenses. This must be his mother. Or grandmother. I can't tell.
“I thought he was dead!” she reaches for him. But instead, I flinch as she's shoved aside by a group of people in masks and bulky bright clothing. The tallest one takes Amias from my arms and rushes towards the crowd despite groaning and stumbling under his weight.
“He needs medical attention immediately!” He says.
“Quickly!” another one says, following his path.
They rush him through a crowd of formally dressed people, all stepping aside for the people holding him as they yell out commands.
I swallow in a breath. He's in the right hands now.
“Thank you so much!” The blonde haired woman who was pushed aside sobs. She grabs me by the shoulders. “I thought I'd never see my son again!”
I curtly nod. So it's Amorette. “Of course.”
“I'll repay you,” she says as she steps back to race after her son. “After this, I'll repay you.”
Before I can reply, something grasps my shoulder. “Great job.”
I jerk my head over to face the bulky figure. The mask over his face smothers his voice as he continues. “You’re a real hero tonight. You just saved the grandson of love itself.”
Air fills my lungs again with relief. It isn't a time to celebrate though. The smoke might have been too much for him. “We aren't safe yet. He might have gotten out too late.”
“Even still, you are a hero.” He pushes me forward towards the crowd. I scrunch my nose when another person approaches me in the same uniform on my other side.
“Let's get you a blanket,” the new masked person says. “And make sure you're alright. You have some nasty wounds.”
I realize it feels a bit breezy. Probably because most of my clothes have been ripped off or burned. My shirt and blazer are scraps barely hanging on my body and my pants are starting to sag.
Embarrassment heats up my cheeks as we walk through the crowd. I cross my arms to keep my remains of clothing on me, but it doesn't bother me as much as I think back to Amias. I hope I really saved him.
He deserves to live. And I want him to live.
I don't know what I'd do if I found out he was dead.
Chapter 42
Ignatia
Days in the hospital are just too long… and too frightening…
No one knows if Amias is going to wake up. He went into a coma, and needed tubes in his skin to deliver the potions.
It's a week later. I've been coming to the hospital in an oversized hoodie with my hair up so I can come in discreetly. In the hospital, Amorette and Amias’ father Bruce, and Erasmus check on Amias' everyday. Amorette has been a mess for the past few days, bawling her eyes out as she buried her face in Bruce's shoulder. Other people, like Glaide, have checked in as well. I watch from afar in the hallway and ask the nurses about what state he's in.
On the seventh day, it's the same situation. Amorette's in tears as Bruce makes circles around her back. Erasmus is standing up beside her and staring at Amias. I stand in the hallway.
