Sacrifices Made For Love
By,
RuneWolfe
Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou
Note: my apologies for putting this off so long.and for the shortness of this chapter
Chapter 9: Will You Come to Me?
Wolfram's eyes fluttered open repeatedly as they began to droop closed. Exhaustion was dancing upon him, giving him small bouts of energy then ripping it away from him. Yuuri kept his palm upon his wife's chest, counting each heartbeat and thanking the gods for each breath Wolfram took.
Anissina was getting nervous, an hour had past since Conrad had left to retrieve Giezela, and there was no doubt that the queen's condition was growing steadily worst. The man's pale skin had taken on a grayish tint and beads of sweat littered his cheeks. The woman had no clue what was wrong…. She had no medical training; she was an inventor, not a doctor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the glittering of a tear caress Yuuri's face.
"This is my fault…," the king whispered, the tears growing stronger as they formed glistening streams across his skin. "I-I should have known that this would be too dangerous….Giezela s-said that i-it was har-harder for men b0but we thought it w-would be a-alright…"
A shaking hand brushed his cheeks, with his eyes open to mere slivers of emerald, Wolfram was determined to comfort his husband. "Shh-shh….," his voice was weak and breaking, "t-this will be f-fine… I pro..mi…" slowly he drifted back into his stream of exhaustion. Weakly his hand began to fall, but Yuuri caught it, pressing it firmly to the side of his face.
"I know, Wolfram," he nodded with feigned confidence, "I know."
Finally the door was thrust open, and the sound of hurried footsteps seemed to fill the air. Men and women filed in in a blur of shapes. The sounds of their voices seemed like a low hum as they tried to calm the king with soft words and hushed tones. Yuuri took no notice of their faces… through his blurry sight their images were all morphed into pools of color about the room.
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Conrad gently took hold of the king's arm with one had, and used the other to pry the man's finger's from the queen's. The young boy seemed catatonic and did not react when his brother-in-law began to move him towards the corridor.
Maids, friends, and nurses bustled in and out, bringing with them blankets, towels, medicines, and kind words. However, no matter what they said, Wolfram's eyes would not open, nor would he make a sound. Giezela felt his forehead, and proceeded to examine him. There was no outer problems, save for a slightly raised temperature, but that was not good news. It only left one answer, there was something wrong on the inside.
"I think its internal bleeding…," she announced, keeping her voice soft. Then looking over towards the doorway, she caught sight of the king silently peaking in. The doctor looked back to Conrad, "please close the door and stay with him." The knight did as he was told.
Gwendal stepped out of the way of a nurse, "what do you do about internal bleeding?" His eyes held the woman sternly.
However, Giezela was not happy to give an answer. "We have to open him up… drain the blood out and save the baby…. If we don't, we could lose both of them." She then signaled to her assistants to begin removing the queens garments.
Gwendal's hand firmly stopped the woman's who had reached for the hem of his little brother's shirt. "You will allow him this disgrace? He is already suffering, and now you will have him naked before his very people?"
Giezela looked at him sternly, "remove your hand Lord Voltaire or your brother shall die. I am doing what I have to."
Reluctantly the man stepped back and looked away. Then raising his voice, he shouted at the friends and family who were trying to squeeze in, "those of you who do not have medical training, get out, you're making it more difficult for the doctors."
The people in question hesitated for a moment, but with one furious glare from the lord, they obeyed, streaming out into the corridor.
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Giezela took a long look at the queen, sleeping weakly amongst the white sheets. He looked so angelic it made her want to cry. It was unjust for him to have to suffer through this.
Looking over at her head nurse she nodded, "Hand me the scalpel, the anesthesia should have started by now." The orange haired woman hurriedly handed her the small blade.
This wasn't a common procedure… for a Mazoku man, of all the complications that they could have during childbirth, internal bleeding was not careful. Giezela forced her hand to go steady as she softly touched the blade to Wolfram's pale skin.
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Meanwhile, out in the hall, groups of men and women had gathered, sitting quietly upon the floor. The king lay with his head upon Conrad's thigh, but his eyes remained open, watching footsteps move across the small slit of light beneath the door.
He seemed to be numb, the sound having been drowned out by silence long ago.
Gwendal looked down at him with the most sympathetic expression his stern face could offer. He too was scared, not to mention he didn't know what to think. Mentally he scolded himself if he thought about the chances of losing Wolfram, but at the same time he scolded himself for being too hopeful.
Conrad, like Yuuri, had found one place to rest his gaze, and that point had overtaken his entire being. In this point in time there was no coherent thought… it was almost as if there was no thought altogether. Everything was just… empty.