“She’s not going to make it.” “Where are her mates.” “Markus.” Those where all things whirling around in my head as I lay where I was not even sure if it was the ground outside or a room inside. I was numb and in so much pain. Why can they give me something for that.
A prick in my arm helps calm me after a few minutes. Maybe they heard me. Who knows but I can at least try and focus……nope not happening. This darkness would be better with some lights. And….wait…that’s a child’s cry. My babies. Markus was crying. I would know that sound from anywhere. My baby was crying. I had to get back to my son. I don’t care he didn’t come from me. I don’t care he isn’t my blood. I have raised him for 5 years, he is my son.
“Mommy.” His tears began to fall down his cheeks as he was being held from me. M
