My Precious Child Chapter 7- Just hold on
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So I had a flash of inspiration so hopefully this chapter is longer than the others.
So I don't know about anyone else but mother's day had to be the worst day of the year for me this year.
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Elizabeta exited the large hall where the children slept, smiling as she heard Yao singing softly in Chinese to calm the youngest. He was such a darling, a real pleasure to look after. She locked the door with the brass key and slipped it into her apron pocket. It was more a safety measure then anything to lock the door. The last thing she needed was Benjamin slipping out. He was prone to sleep walking and after the first incident where he ended up asleep in front of Kmart, she always locked the door.
She was heading for the stairs that led up to her room when she heard a sharp knocking from the door, the sound echoing in the front hall. The sound died away but the silence was broken by a clap of thunder that sent some of the kids in the dorm crying out. Elizabeta made no move to go to them, heading towards the door instead. She was just swinging it open when the rain began to fall.
Standing in the doorstep was a cloaked figure holding the hand of a small boy, probably 2 or 3. The boy was crying bitterly. In his free hand he clutched a toy pony, the lifeless eyes staring upwards at Elizabeta. She supressed a shudder and fixed her usual smile on her face.
"Can I help you?" She asked brightly, stepping back to make it perfectly clear the two could come inside. Neither moved but the child continued to cry.
"This is an orphanage?" The figure asked eventually, their accent thick and hard to distinguish.
"Uh yes," Elizabeta said in a tone you might say 'well duh' in. The cloaked figure suddenly pulled back her hood to reveal a beautiful blonde woman whose left eye was covered by a large bruise that seemed to glow a sickly purple.
"I don't know where else to take him." She suddenly sobbed. "My husband…I…I just can't stand to see him be hurt."
"Calm down Miss please." Elizabeta said, not wanting the lady to break down in the street whilst it poured with rain.
"I can't," She babbled on in her strange accent. "He'll notice I'm gone. He'll come after Felicks. Moja pecious dziecko.* I need to keep him safe. He can't be in pain anymore."
Whilst this confrontation was going on, the boy had continued to scream and Elizabeta glanced down at him, shocked to see an almost identical bruise on his face though it covered his right eye.
"Miss, what exactly is going on here?"
"Just keep him safe!" The lady screamed in utter desperation, her tears mingling with the rain. "He'll die. My baby…" She seemed to make up her mind then, bending down to encase the baby in one last hug and to mutter into his ear. She finally addressed Elizabeta with some sense, pressing a piece of paper into the Hungarian's hands.
"His name is Felicks and he is Polish. I am sorry I cannot say his last name, it is too dangerous. The paper has more details. Please keep him hidden. Please for the sake of him if not me."
The lady then pulled her hood up again and walked away into the rain, her footsteps echoing in the nearly silent street, the only other sounds the patter of rain and the sound of Felicks crying.
"FELICKS! Toris screamed as the car bore down on the boy. "FELICKS!"
Toris could hear the screams and cries of the family behind him. He even heard random people cry out in dismay. But all that he was focusing on right now was the little Polish boy who was blinded by tears and didn't know that he was seconds away from being hit.
The car slowed down abruptly as if the brakes had had a foot slam down on them but the car was too close and the sleek metal came into contact with the little body in a dull thud. Toris stared in mute horror as Felicks flew about a metre and came crashing to the ground, limbs twisted.
Traffic had stopped by now but even if it hadn't, Toris still would have ran out onto the road to cradle his baby and tell him it was going to be all right. He dimly heard the sound of Vash screaming at people and the other voice must have been Roderich calling an ambulance but he found himself not caring that they were helping. His sole attention was on Felicks.
The boy's eyes were open and glazed with pain. He was moving feebly as if trying to get up and tears ran down his face though he made no sound. Toris dropped to his knees by Felicks, suddenly afraid to touch him for fear of causing him pain.
"Felicks," Toris finally said. "Felicks are you ok?" It was a stupid question but it was all Toris could think of. He was panicking, afraid for the life in front of him. He finally touched Felicks even if it was simply just to run a hand through the mattered blonde hair. However his hand came into contact with something sticky and he drew it away to reveal blood.
"God dammit!" Toris yelled, suddenly feeling extremely anger. "You can't do this Felicks! I won't let you die on me!"
Toris could hear the faint sound of sirens and he almost relaxed but they were still a while away. As people began to crowd around him and Felicks, muttering questions and pestering Vash and his family, Toris saw Felicks's lips move and heard faint sounds coming from him.
"What is it Felicks?" Toris asked softly, holding back tears as he brushed blonde locks off of his forehead. Felicks winced and closed his eyes suddenly as if thinking before opening them. His mouth moved again but the crowd of onlookers were too loud for him to hear anything.
"SHUT UP!" He screamed, sick of them all. "Shut up! My child is trying to talk." His voice cracked mid-sentence and he turned back to Felicks the moment he'd said his line. The crowd fell silent bar a few muffled whispers.
Toris smiled back down at Felicks, encouraging him to speak once more. Felicks tried to smile back but his eyes closed and his face relaxed. Toris sat there in silence and was revealed to see Felicks speak softly and quietly.
"T-Tori…I'm s-sorry. So, s-so sorry." Felicks gasped, his eyes closed this whole time. Then he fell silent and didn't move. Toris let his tears fall finally as Felicks slipped into unconsciousness, whatever injuries he had sustained too much for him to handle.
"Felicks hold on," Toris begged, hearing the wailing sirens getting closer and closer. "Please just hold on. You can't leave me now ok? You can't leave me."
Toris felt a hand on his shoulder but he didn't turn around. Couldn't turn around. He didn't want to let his eyes leave Felicks for more than a second. It was as if he was afraid Felicks would slip away from him at any moment, leaving him alone once more.
The sirens sounded close now; close enough to hurt his ears which was probably why Toris wasn't surprised when he was yanked away by men and women in green paramedic outfits and left to wait with Vash and his family. The team of paramedics were efficient, evaluating the damage and loading Felicks up smoothly.
"Is anyone here a relative or parent?" A man with a heavy accent asked. For some reason his voice sent shivers down Toris's spine and he suddenly wanted to punch the man. Instead he calmly stepped forward and announced himself as the adoptive father. The man raised an eyebrow at this and shot a look towards Felicks, glaring at the unconscious boy but letting Toris clamber into the ambulance to sit with him.
Toris was glad to see the man was driving the ambulance and wasn't one of the people working in the back. There was a man and a woman securing Felicks, swiftly cleaning the head wound to prevent him bleeding to death and checking his vital signs. Toris stayed to one side (it was possible despite how crowded the interior of the van was) and prayed with his all mite that Felicks would pull through and be all right.
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The ambulance all but tipped to one side as it arrived at the hospital. The team got Felicks out of the van and through the emergency doors quicker than Toris could say wait. He watched his son disappear through the doors and collapsed onto the ground, the strength leaving his legs abruptly.
"Excuse me sir," A nurse crouched down beside him. "Are you ok?"
Toris nodded weakly and just pointed at the emergency doors, his loss of strength including the ability to talk. The nurse smiled sympathetically and helped him to his feet and into the waiting room.
"I can bring you a coffee if you like?" She said, flipping her blonde ponytail to one side as she helped Toris sit down. He nodded gratefully and she left in search of a machine. Toris leant back in his chair. He was tired but he refused to close his eyes and rest. He needed to be awake and alert for when Felicks needed him.
He was going to be ok. Toris refused to believe Felicks wasn't going to be ok. He could not lose that boy, that precious child that had skipped his way into his life and was already Toris's entire world. Losing Felicks would mean losing the life he had always wanted. But it would also mean losing the happiness he had found through the small blonde boy with the battered pony.
Speaking of the pony, what had happened to Mr Pony? In the confusion, Toris had lost track of the beloved toy. Felicks would be devastated if he was lost. Perhaps Vash had picked it up. Toris looked down and stared in disbelief at the pony in his hands. Had he been in such a state of shock that he hadn't even realised he was clutching at the toy?
A doctor marched through the doors but moved to another person instead, a stern looking blonde man with tiny glasses who got up without another word and followed the doctor back through the doors. Toris sighed and hugged Mr Pony to his chest, taking comfort in the smell of Felicks and the strange warmth Mr Pony provided.
The doctor with the heavy accent who Toris wanted to punch suddenly passes, staring down at Mr Pony with a look of shock on his face.
"That toy," He said. "Where do you get it?"
Toris shivered unwillingly but smiled politely.
"It's my adoptive son's, the one who is currently in surgery." Toris's vice trembled but he kept his gaze level with the man. It was lucky he had done so because of not, he would have missed the look of triumph and sickening joy that crossed his face.
Without another word the man marched away, through the doors and away from Toris's sight.
Elizabeta nursed baby Felicks on her knee and scanned the newspaper, her eye catching a bold title.
MISSING WOMAN! HUSBAND DISTRAUGHT!
To be honest, it wasn't the only thing that had caught the kindly woman's eye. It was the picture, slightly blurry but still easily identifiable. It had captured the image of its target perfectly.
The image of the blonde woman who she had been speaking to three nights ago.
*According to google translate, this is polish for my precious child. Please don't kill me if it's wrong.
What did you think? That chapter just came pouring out. Hehe, who is the man?
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