Chapter 17:
It was now almost 9:30 at night when they were finally allowed to see Kitt. Because of the late hour, they were the only one's there at the time, though a few people popped in and out. Outside, the stars twinkled brightly while the light of the full moon illuminated the hospital grounds in a soft white light.
Karr's eyes watered as he watched the twinkling sparkles, remembering how his baby's eyes did the same whenever he was happy, or smiling up at him as Karr held him close. It was a difficult time for the eldest to process. One minute, it was all happy and joyful. In the next, all hell broke loose and threatens to take the one thing Karr has always clung to.
The nurse led them into the small room in the NICU department. It was where they were keeping Kitt for the time being until he showed significant improvement. The others could only pray that that time would be soon.
Devon, Michael and Bonnie all went in first since Karr needed a minute to collect and prepare himself. From inside the room, he heard Bonnie whimper, a quiet, shocked gasp from Devon and complete silence from Michael. The werewolf winced before he took a step inside, his heart racing faster than the speed of light.
"Oh, God," he gasped, a hand covering his mouth with tears streaming down his face.
His baby was placed in a tray, layered in soft, white blankets for cushioning. He was wearing nothing but a tiny diaper and a small, blue beanie on his head to keep it warm. Wires and tubes buried the tiny infant, a heart monitor softly beeping in the background as it read the small beats of Kitt's heart. Small spikes appearing simultaneously, though to Karr it seemed terribly weak. They even had an IV going into his left arm, the attachment looking bulky and painful to his pained family.
Carefully, he walked to his baby brother's side. He reached a shaky hand over to take Kitt's tiny frail one. Gently brushing a thumb over it as he stared longingly at his infant's face. Silently pleading to feel a little squeeze or some kind of indication that Kitt knew he was there.
But he never got any kind of response. Just an eerie, scary silence from the much too small baby, who remained still as a rock the entire time. The only movement being that of his little chest each time he took a faint breath. Karr felt his heart break with each agonizing second that passed without some sort of reaction.
He brought the tiny hand close to his cheek, closing his eyes as the threatening onslaught of tears took over. Running down in mini rivers over Kitt's hand and down the rest of his face to land on cold tile below. Some even managed to spot the soft blanket the tiny infant was laying on. Looking like a shower of sadness streaking from his eyes.
"Hang on for me, little brother. Hang on for me." He whispered brokenly, a sense of loss starting to cloud his mind.