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A/N: I've made it to chapter 18! I won't ramble this time...so here it is... Chapter 18!
Wolfwood sat outside of the hospital in the rain that continued to pummel the earth, tears streaming down his cheeks as he smoked another of his endless supply of cigarettes and mourned the death of his first grandson, Nicholas D. Wolfwood Bonarie, named after him. Angrily, he tossed his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out, allowing his frustration and depression to vent from his body.
"What more do you want from me?" yelled Wolfwood, looking up at the dark abyss that was the sky. "You've taken my wife and now my grandson. WHAT MORE DO YOU FUCKING WANT FROM ME?"
He dropped to his knees and threw himself down onto the soaked sand, sobbing and beating the sodden ground violently with his fists.
"There's only so much pain a man can take," whispered Wolfwood between sobs. "When is mine going to end?"
He picked himself up off of the ground and walked back into the hospital, proceeding to the elevators to retreat to Veronica's room, only to be stopped by one of the nurses working the front desk.
"Sir, you're soaked from head to toe," she said, brushing Wolfwood's soaked bangs from his eyes. "Please take this blanket and wrap it around you before you catch a death of a cold."
"Thanks," said Wolfwood, taking the blanket from the nurse, a faint smile playing on his face. "You're so kind." The nurse smiled and walked back to her station as Wolfwood turned the corner to where the elevator shafts were.
He pushed the up button and awaited the elevator, taking it once again to the seventh floor and proceeding to Veronica's room, which was no longer quiet and joyous, but loud and sorrowful. He pressed his ear to the door and placed a palm on it as well, bracing himself in case the door was opened.
"Why us Damon?" wailed Veronica.
"I don't know," whispered Damon, choking back tears.
"Hopefully they can bring him back like Doctor Hieson said."
"Me too, Veronica. Me too."
Wolfwood gently turned the knob on the door and slowly opened it, tiptoeing into the room. Veronica turned her attention to her soaked father and smiled, patting a spot next to her on the bed, motioning for him to sit. Wolfwood sat down next his daughter and hugged her tight, allowing her to sob on his already drenched shoulder.
"Veronica," he whispered, "it's going to be alright."
"I'm so upset," wailed Veronica.
"Everything is going to be alright," consoled Wolfwood. "Just relax and calm down."
"How can she relax and calm down?" snapped Damon. "You never lost a child. You don't know the pain she's going through..."
"Damon," whispered Veronica coldly.
"Hush! You don't know what she's going through! You just don't know."
"Don't you tell me that I don't know her pain," snarled Wolfwood, his smoky grey eyes full of fire and anger. He sat Veronica upright and stared Damon in the eyes, his glare more deadly than Knives' used to be.
"You don't know," repeated Damon. "You've never lost anything or anyone precious to you."
"Damon, how can you say that?" whispered Veronica, weeping more than ever at her husband's spiteful words.
"DON'T TELL ME I DON'T KNOW MY OWN DAUGHTER'S PAIN!" yelled Wolfwood, rising from the bed and crossing the room to where Damon sat. "Losing my wife was pain enough to kill me. She was everything to me and when she was murdered for no reason whatsoever, I suffered so much pain, and I still am. So don't you tell me that I don't know her pain."
Wolfwood turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut and pounding his fist against the wall, tears streaming down his face.
How dare he tell me something like that? The knife in my heart has just been twisted deeper in...how much more pain will I have to endure before I die? Why this again, Lord?
He closed his eyes and tried to block the memories of Veronica's birth out of his head, unwilling to remember that painful day.
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"Mr. and Mrs. Wolfwood, I have some terrible news," began the doctor, slowly approaching the couple, a grim expression upon his face."What's the matter Doctor?" asked Millie, tears in her eyes.
"Only one of your children made it through the birthing process. The other, however, apparently went into distress inside of you and didn't make it out alive. I'm sorry, but one of your children is dead."
Wolfwood's heart skipped a beat as tears flowed down his cheeks at the devastating news, trying to block out Millie's wails of absolute depression. What had gone wrong?
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I didn't think that something like that would pass on through generations...what else could go wrong with my life, Lord?
"Are you alright?"
Wolfwood was pulled out of his memories and thoughts by a question thrown at him by his despairing daughter, whom had left Damon alone in the room.
"I'm fine," answered Wolfwood, wiping the tears from his eyes and smiling at his daughter, who, to no avail, seemed to believe that her father was indeed alright.
"I'm sorry for what Damon said in there," said Veronica sadly, leaning against the wall next to Wolfwood. "Is there something else bothering you besides what he said to you?"
"Yes," answered Wolfwood with a sigh.
"Can you tell me?"
"Your mother and I never told you this, but you were a twin at birth, but, sadly, your brother didn't make it through. The same thing happened as happened to you. The child went into distress inside of your mother and was born dead. Please don't be mad at me for not telling you this before."
"That explains what happened with my child."
"We didn't think that it would pass to your generation, but obviously it did. We thought it better if you didn't know about your twin, but now I know that we were wrong in not telling you."
"No, you were right in not telling me, because if you would have, I probably wouldn't have grown up the same, you know? Besides, Alexander was enough for me to handle as a child."
"I'm glad that you understand."
"Please come back inside and stay the night here. I'm sending Damon home for the night because I am disgusted with him at the moment and I think that we should spend the night away from each other."
"I'll just go back to your place and come back in the morning. You need your husband with you. I love you Veronica."
"Love you too, Dad."
Wolfwood smiled at his somewhat happier daughter and walked down the corridor towards the elevators, pushing the down button to summon the elevator to his level. He stepped inside of the elevator and rode it down to the lobby, exiting it and walking out of the hospital and to the parking garage to where his bike was parked, hopping on and riding out into the storm.
A night alone from the hospital and Damon would be just enough to calm his nerves.
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A/N: Well, what do you think? This is my longest chapter yet, and I hope that they will continue to remain this long, hopefully longer. Well, please review so that I can get your input and know what I can do to make this better! .