Chapter 65 Death?
Kristen's POV
"Don't just stand there, do something. Give him every kind of poison killer you have!" I wail.
The doctors are reluctant right now, one of them even covers up Calhoun's face, something which gives out that they're concluding that he's dead.
"We couldn't give him any poison killer because he was already dead."
It hurts as if someone is stabbing through my heart with a knife straight out of the fire.
"Calhoun cannot die, dammit!" I find my way through the medicine box and start rummaging through it. My heavy breathing surpasses my sobs while I am at this.
Mom is crying, holding onto Calhoun's body and asking him to come back. Even Bruce looks like he's accepted that Calhoun is truly dead.
"How can a powerful man like Calhoun die by poisoning? He's the Alpha of Alphas," I yell at the top of my voice, "you're all too quick to give up on him. I can't believe you ceased from giving him the poison killer because you thought he was dead."
"There's nothing else we can do, Kristen. He's dead," Bruce is right behind me, looking as furious as I am.
"Shut up! Shut up!" I yell in his face like a crazed woman. My entire body is trembling and I can feel the sobs coming up, trying to tear through my throat.
Bruce is startled to see me shout at him like this, but I don't even care.
My hands are still rummaging through the poison killer box, trying to find the perfect poison killer. I don't even know which one to pick, there's too many of them.
"Which poison killer is best?" I snap my head to face the doctors.
"The one in the indigo plastic bottle," one replies. I can tell the murderous look on my face is enough to scare them.
Indigo bottle, indigo bottle. I keep saying in my head as I search for it. My hands are shaky, knocking off some of the poison killers, until I find it at last.
But it's almost empty.
"Do you have another one?"
"No, it's just that one we have for toxic poison like black bane. And there's a low chance for the person to survive even though they're awake, but you need to understand that Calhoun isn't alive anymore."
Clenching my jaw, I turn away from them and take the vessel to Calhoun's side.
"Please move out of the way," I implored because Mom has her body thrown over Calhoun and I can't put the poison killer in his mouth like this.
Mom doesn't even respond. Her cries are coming out muffled because she has her hand pressed to her mouth as she wails.
"Mom, please," I plead impatiently, while the rest of the doctors are staring at me as if I have gone insane.
Still, Mom is still in the same spot.
My heart is pounding with full force in my chest, and I feel lightheaded for a moment. These freaking pack doctors didn't give Calhoun the black bane poison killer on time. And now, I am having hopes that Calhoun is in a vegetative state because Alphas don't die from poison so easily
"Please, take her away from him," I beg Bruce whom I yelled at earlier.
"He's not alive anymore, Kristen. Can't you see how he isn't breathing anymore?" Bruce raises his voice at me with tearful eyes. "Are you willing to let him go just like that? Fuck, he's your Alpha!" I've been swearing a lot since Calhoun's body was brought here but I don't even mind, "He's not dead."
Bruce puts his head down and sniffs. And upon seeing how no one is willing to help me, I push Mom out of the way with all the strength in him.
She's still crying when she drops to the floor and I use this opportunity to slide the poison killer into Calhoun's mouth. My hand is wavering so most of it splatters on his chest, and very little is able to go through his mouth.
I wait for a minute and Calhoun is still the same.
More than five minutes run by, nothing.
Calhoun's face is almost as pale as a ghost right now and when I put two of my joint fingers in front of his nose, I don't get any air from it. His chest isn't even rising and falling.
Is he truly dead?
I don't want to accept this like everyone else. He deserves to be alive more than anymore. He's hurt no one, he's a good man with a big heart.
Taking a step backward, I stumble into Bruce as tears brim to my eyes. He's quick to steady me on my feet but I still feel like falling.
"He's dead, Kristen," Bruce still has his hands on my shoulder. And mom, she's been wailing on the floor for the last twenty minutes.
"Calhoun can't die, no. He's done nothing to offend anyone. He's a good man," my voice is shaky because it's starting to dawn on me that Calhoun is truly dead.
Staring at his face which looks like a sculpture makes me burst into throaty sobs. My shoulders are shaking along with me while I am at this.
"Let's clean up the body and transfer it to the morgue," I overheard one of the doctors telling another.
And my knees give out underneath me.
Calhoun is now a dead body?
No!
He marked me for the second time.
Engaged me and told me we were going to get married.
He told me he would fix everything.
I never even had the chance to tell him I love him.
My whole body feels numb right now and the tears are blurring my vision as if I am in the middle of the road with a heavy downpour.
It's just too much to take at this point. The fact that he knew he was dying and then he rushed to school to meet me.
I cry so much that I have no idea a person could cry as much as I did.
Audible gasping from Calhoun's side stops the wails, sobs, and low murmuring.
And I shiver-jolt when I see Calhoun flick his eyes open.