Chapter 37 FEAR.
LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.
One moment she's on a call with someone, and the very next, she falls. She just drops, straight into my arms, as her eyes flutter shut, and her body goes limp in my hold.
My heart drops with her, along with every ficking fibre of my being, as my mind races with the urge to protect what's mine. My hands caress her cheeks softly, as I call out;
"Sloane?" There's no answer, not even a stir, as her eyes remain shut, and her body limp. "Sunshine, wake up," I call for her again, but it's the same as before, because she doesn't even stir.
"Back the fuck up."I snarl at them as their hands dart out to touch her. Serapjina stands frozen by my side, as Sloane lies limp in my arms.
"Did she just faint?" Someone whispers from beside me as all of them stare at her like she's something strange.
"Attention whore." The girl beside Cassian whispers low, thinking I wouldn't catch it, but I did.
"If anyone says anything again, I swear you'll be having blood for breakfast," I said, running out of the hall.
Heading to my private doctor's office in school, I kick the door open, not minding the sla against the wall. He stares up at me in shock before rising immediately at the sight of Sloane in my arms.
"Help her, now!" I growled, placing her on the bed. He jumps into action immediately, as he pulls his stethoscope from his neck and examines her.
My heart traces, clenches, and does all kinds of acrobatics as I stare at her, my eyes not straying from the gentle rise and fall of her chest. It was the only thing letting me know she was still alive, still here, mine.
My mind races as it conjures different images. The last time I'd seen someone like this, she died.
My mother fucking died.
All I allowed myself to remember about that dreadful day was her chest rising and falling as doctors rushed to her side in a frenzy. She had overdosed on cocaine and heroin that night, but no one fucking knew, except me.
I remembered the sight of her mouth foaming as her eyes rolled to her head. That very night, I knew hospitals were the worst things. My mother came in alive and left in a fucking casket.
Sloane would be different.....she would, I swear it. I'd do anything to get her to leave alive today... anything at all.
"Please." My hands trembled at my sides as I prayed to whatever being out there to save her. I watched pensive as he pulled out an IV drip.
"Stay with me, sunshine. Please, I'll do anything."
My chest feels like it’s splitting in two as I stare at her. My mind feels heavy, as my tongue tastes bitter. Bile rises in my throat, but I stifle the urge to vomit, not until she wakes up.
Not until her beautiful blue eyes stare at me in the way that makes my heart race, and my cock harden. I’ve watched her from the shadows for years now, holding back until it was the perfect time to make her mine, until I could put a finger on what happens to my being when I see her, smell her, feel her.
I taunted her for years, because there was no other way for me to speak to her like a normal fucking human; because I'm anything but fucking normal.
I've watched the way she fights back when everyone wants her silent, and accepting of their attacks, the way she carries her fire in a body Roxanne taunted, while secretly getting injections to look like her.. I stalked her, followed her, memorized the sway of her walk, the tremble of her lips when she bites them in class. I know the way she likes to tuck her hair behind her ear when she gets shy, the way her fists clench at her sides when she's holding back, the way she bites her lips in a bid to hide her moans from me, the way she never cries where anyone can see.
But this… this weakness, this collapse, it guts me. It splits me in fucking half, leaving me bleeding and raw for the world to see.
I walk to the bed she lies on, her body limp and pliant as her chest still rises and falls in that gentle tygm I've begun to love.
“You don’t get to leave me like that,” I whisper, my thumb brushing her jaw softly. “Not you too.”
Her lips part slightly, a ghost of sound slipping between them.
"Lucien."
She whispers my name, her voice soft and almost inaudible, but I catch it. I never lose sight of anything, not when it comes to her.
I clench my jaw so hard it aches. If she only knew what hearing that does to me.
"Whoever made you fall like this...I swear to you, they'll regret it." I whisper in her ears as my hands brush up her cheeks softly.
She stirs slightly, as her body wiggles on the bed. Her eyes flutter open, landing on me. I groan at the sight of her perfect pupils, as air finally makes its way into my lungs again.
"Sloane," I call out, hugging her body to mine. Relief courses through me, as I breathe in her scene again. "You scared the hell out of me," I whisper against her neck, as I kiss the skin beneath her earlobe.
"Mr Ravenscroft." My doctor calls from behind me. My body tenses immediately. I was so focused on Sloane, I hardly registered that we weren't alone.
Turning to make eye contact with him, he looks at Sloane with eyes soaked in interest.
"What caused this?" I asked, my voice monotone.
"It appears to have been shock, sir. She appears to also be badly malnourished; I'd recommend her eating proper meals three times daily to keep her nutrition up, and avoid something like this from repeating itself." He says, writing something down on a note.
He ripped it off and handed it over to me; "These are drugs she should get immediately. She should also get on the dose from tonight."
I grab the piece of paper from him, my eyes run over the list of medication he wrote before pinning him with a hard glare.
"Not a word of this to my father, understood? You might have been employed by him, but you answer to me, alone." I said, relishing in the way he gulps in fear.
"I understand, sir."
"Good." Returning the piece of paper to him, I order, "Get these immediately."
He nods and walks out, bumping into Theo in the process. Sputtering out an apology, he rushes out to do as I ordered.
The guys stare at me with a mix of trepidation and shock, as our eyes exchange a wordless conversation.
Theo nods immediately, catching my unspoken signal. "It will be done." He whispers, his dark eyes molten as he stares at Sloane.
He'd been in a volatile mood lately, and I knew exactly why.
Seraphina.
He walks out at my signal, heading out to do as I'd ordered.
Turning to Sloane, I regarded her with careful eyes as she sat up in bed. The IV drip connected to her hand shook slightly as she rested her back against the wall.
"Sloane." She looks up at the sound of my voice. "You will tell me why you fainted today, and you'll do it now."
She looks at me hesitantly before directing her gaze to the guys behind me. Understanding, they walked out immediately, their footsteps quiet and calm as Killian closed the door behind him.
Once we were alone, Sloane looked at me with fear in her eyes, earning a frown from me.
I never want her to be scared of me.
"What happened?" I asked, placing my hands in my pockets to still my urge to punch the wall.
"My mother....she's escaped from her psych hospital."