Chapter 152 The Feeling of hopelessness

Chapter 152 The Feeling of hopelessness
The feeling of hopelessness 

Liam’s POV

We had barely finished from the dining when a nurse rushed into the dining room. She was out of breath, her face bright with excitement.

"He moved his hand," she said.

I didn't wait to hear anything else. My heart leaped, and I was already running before she could finish speaking. Vivian hurried after me, trying to keep up.

I pushed open the door to his room and rushed to his bedside. My legs gave out as I dropped to my knees and wrapped my fingers around his hand. It was warm, and I held it as if letting go would make him disappear.

"I know you can hear me," I whispered, fighting back tears. "I know you're still in there, Dylan. You don't have to be afraid. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving you. I love you so much. Please... come back to me. I miss you. I can't wait to hold you again."

My voice trembled with every word, but I kept talking. I gently wiped his face and arms with a damp cloth, taking my time as if he could feel every touch. I told him everything that had been sitting heavy on my heart all week. I told him how empty everything felt without him, how much I missed hearing his voice, and how desperately I needed him to wake up. I didn't know if he could hear me, but I prayed that somehow my words would find him.

The door suddenly opened, and Rosalie hurried into the room.

Our eyes met for a brief moment. I could see the worry on her face, but I looked back at Dylan and kept caring for him. As I slowly wiped his arm, Rosalie turned to the nurses standing nearby.

"What's happening?" she asked, her voice tense.

One of the nurses lowered her voice before answering.

"The bad blood is moving closer to his heart," she said. "If we don't find a way to stop it soon, it could kill him."

Every one of her words hit me like a knife.

The cloth slipped from my hand, and my chest tightened so hard it felt impossible to breathe. My eyes filled with tears as fear wrapped itself around my heart.

"If anything happens to him..." I said, barely able to get the words out. I looked at Rosalie through my tears, my voice shaking with pain. "I'm ending this life. I mean it, Rosalie."

The room fell silent and the only sound was the steady beeping of the machines beside Dylan's bed, and all I could do was hold his hand tighter, terrified that I was about to lose the person I loved most.

Rosalie crossed the room without wasting a second. She rested a hand on my shoulder, her touch warm and steady. When she spoke, her voice was calm, but I could hear the determination behind it.

"Don't say things like that," she said softly. "I'm going to do everything I can to bring him back. I promise you."

She walked over to the nurses and started asking questions. She wanted to know if bringing blood from a regular hospital might help him, even if it was only enough to give him the strength to keep fighting. She said she would find a human doctor who wouldn't ask too many questions and would help without knowing the truth.

I refused to leave Dylan's side. He had moved his hand once, and that tiny movement gave me hope. Maybe he was fighting his way back to me. Maybe he would wake up soon. If that happened, I wanted the first face he saw to be mine.

Time dragged by, and every minute felt like an hour.

At last, Rosalie returned with a human doctor. The nurses quickly prepared everything while the doctor injected the blood into Dylan's body. I stood beside the bed, gripping the edge so tightly that my fingers hurt. I couldn't stop praying. Please let this work. Please let him be okay.

For a few seconds, nothing happened.

Then Dylan's entire body jerked.

His arms and legs began to shake so hard that the bed rattled beneath him. A strange blue smoke started rising from his skin, curling into the air. Everyone in the room stared in horror before instinctively stepping back.

My heart nearly stopped.

"Do something!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "Please! You have to save him!"

The human doctor looked completely terrified. His face turned pale as he stared at Dylan, unable to understand what he was seeing. He took a step back, ready to run, but Rosalie was faster. She stood in front of him, looked into his eyes, and hypnotized him before he could even react. Within seconds, she had erased everything he had just witnessed.

The nurse didn't waste any time. She rushed to Dylan's side and injected another medicine into his arm. Slowly, the violent shaking began to ease until his body was finally calm again.

I couldn't take it anymore.

The walls felt like they were closing in on me, and every breath became harder than the last. I turned and ran out of the room before anyone could stop me.

There was only one thing on my mind.

Betty.

I didn't care anymore about the warning she had given me or the price she said I would have to pay. If there was even the smallest chance she could save Dylan, I was willing to give up anything.

I reached my car and grabbed the door handle, but before I could get inside, Vivian caught up with me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the car with more strength than I expected.

"What is wrong with you?" she demanded, breathing hard from running after me. "You can't keep doing this without thinking! You're letting your fear make every decision."

"I don't have time to think!" I cried, trying to pull away from her. "He's dying, Vivian. I can't just stand there and watch it happen."

I tried to explain how helpless I felt. I begged her to understand that sitting around and hoping wasn't enough anymore. Every second we wasted felt like another second closer to losing him forever.

She argued with me for a while, refusing to accept my plan. But when she looked into my eyes and saw how desperate I was, her expression slowly changed. She let out a long sigh and finally gave in.

Without another word, she climbed into the passenger seat.

"I want to go back to that old lady," I said as I started the car and pulled out of the driveway. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel. "I don't care what Rosalie said anymore. If Betty is the only person who can save him, then that's where we're going."

Vivian didn't argue this time, but I could tell she wasn't happy about it. She sat quietly beside me for the entire drive, her arms crossed as she stared out the window. Every now and then, she glanced at me, but she never said a word. She knew there was no changing my mind.

The closer we got to the estate, the more uneasy I became.

At first, I thought it was just fear. Then I realized it was something else. A strange feeling spread through my body, making every nerve feel awake. My hearing became sharper, my sense of smell stronger, and I became painfully aware of everything around me.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel before finally breaking the silence.

"Do you feel that?"

Vivian looked at me, then slowly nodded.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "I feel it too."

Neither of us knew what it meant, but we both knew something wasn't right.

After parking the car, we climbed out and slowly made our way toward the old building. We stayed close together, our eyes scanning every corner and every shadow. The place was so quiet that it made my skin crawl.

Then Vivian suddenly stopped.

She took one quick step backward, her entire body going stiff.

I turned just as two men appeared behind us.

My heart jumped into my throat.

I hadn't heard them walking. I hadn't caught their scent. One second no one was there, and the next they were standing only a few feet away, silently watching us.

It was as if they had been there all along.

One of them looked at us with cold, unreadable eyes.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice firm. "This place is forbidden."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to stay calm.

"I've come to see someone," I said. "The woman who lives here. Betty."

The two men exchanged a quick glance, but before either of them could answer, the front door creaked open.

Betty stepped outside.

She looked at the men and made a small motion with her hand. Without saying a word, they immediately stepped aside.

Relief rushed through me.

I quickly walked toward her, desperate enough to forget everything else.

"Please," I begged. "I need your help again."

The moment Betty recognized me, every bit of warmth disappeared from her face.

Her eyes hardened, and her expression turned cold.

"Get out!” she said sharply. “Rosalie came to see me after your last visit.”

Her words hit me like a slap, making me stop where I stood.