The guardian and his last chance. Realization

XXVI

Jacob´s pov.

The sighs that are coming from his mouth, are of distress and worry. Distress from the work of rebuilding the crest homestead. He knows that he should not feel like that. Becouse the work are going good. The work on laying the roofing has started. The tile he choose, this time, are dark orange-red. Representing the rebirth of the place thru fire. To be exact the fire that burned it down. The exterior are soon finished too. Only the paintwork and the building of the porch left to do. The cladding are done, so are isolation of the outer walls. My pack and the humans of our town has worked hard. So we have said that today, Sunday, that we will have rest. Another sigh slips. Tomorrow we will start the tile work on the roof fully. AS we have just put on roofing papper, and nailed down the battens. Much of the tiles are placed, on the scaffoldings. Around the building.  

Then we have the worry, I feel. It is about, Yes, Dragol. He hasn´t woken up yet. TIme by time he talk, but he is no awake. Even his scars bleed sometimes. Making the doctors and nurses rip at their hair in frustration. I hope he will wake up. Really do. He is my friend. And I don´t like to see him that state he is in right now. ALive but in a comatose state. Still I am baffled at him. Most people, may they be humans or non-humans, would have lost weight and muscle mass. Not him. He is still as strong as before, the battle. The battle was now, almost a month ago. It is like he is just sleeping. Sighing once more, I look in the mirror. I have a black suit on me, white shirt. A black and white tie around my neck.

"Stop sighing!" My beutiful mate says as she step out of the closet. I feel how my lust rise. She put her hand on her wide hips, tilting her upper body forward giving me a small glanze at the valley. She giggles, as she straighten her posture. "Do you like what you see."

I know that she is teasing me. "Yeeeeessssss." I growl slowly. And she knows this well. The dress she has put on are like a second skin on her. Its skirt is slitted. A bit to high if you ask me. Showing all of the world, her legs. And it is perfecty fitted around her breasts. She has her  dark brown hair braided, that reach her to the lower back, loosely over her shoulder. The make up she has put on is minimum. A red lipstick and eye shade. "Shall we go?"

She steps up to me, taking my arm in hers. Arm in arm we go out of our bedroom. Down in the familyroom, we find our kids. They are also fincy dressed. My princess, my daughter looks so cute in her knee long, soft pinked dress. My boys are also looking good in their suits and shirts. Where we are going?

Me and my wife have come to the decision that the whole of the family should give Dragol a visit. Alright, my mate twisted my arm to let the kids visit their friend. We leave the house, driving in the minivan. As we all doesn´t fit in my truck. The drive is filled with music. No talking. And chocking enough. Even the kids are silent. So we arive at the hospital. I looked up to the sky, when we stepped out of the car. The sky is grey. A dooming earie feeling I get from these dark and rain heavy clouds. As on order, the heaven opens. The rain pouring down on the parking lot. We had luck on our side atleast. We had just stepped under the roof, that give shelter to the ambulances. I shake my head. The weather is almost like a mirror to my feelings of this day and this visit. Grey, wet and deppresive. We walk thru the corridors. As we turned around a corner, we almost crashed in to Mick. We all say our hellos.

"How is he?" I ask, just on rutine. It feels like that atleast.

Mick give us his professional smile. "He is steady." He says and link me. "He hasn´t had a fit in some days. And he hasn´t talked of yet today!"

I nod as we give our goodbyes. I feel how my heart race, as we get closer to the room he is laying in. I don´t show how I feel. For the kids sake. But I know that my feelings are rushed thru the matebond to Mirai. She leans closer, as we take the last feets to the door. And her closeness semm to help me to get my feelings in order. I swallow nervously. As I let out my breath thru my nose, I step forward and open the door. The door open silently, letting the sound of the monitors come out. I am the first to step inside. I walk up to the foot end of the bed. Dragol are the same as the last time I was here. His body is lightly bandaged. As some of his wounds go up, when he has his unconscious fits. They are a bit pink. A small bleeding I geuss, from when the bandages got replaced. His torso angled, so that he is halfsitting. His head are resting on a pillow. I know that the staff are shifting the bedding each day. So I know that it is clean. My wife walk up to his right. She give him a sorrowfilled smile. Soft she pulls three chairs to the side of the bed. As I knew would happen, my daughter Hanna climbs up on the chair closest to Dragols head. I know that she has a puppylove for Dragol. As he has saved her life once. The feelings she has for him are not true love. Even if she herself would think so. She is just five. So she doesn´t know better. The boys sit on their chairs. In all three kids eyes, I can see tears start to form. They are so taken by Dragol. Even if they hasn´t known him long. f**k, crap and f**k once again, all that has talked with Dragol have been dazzled by him. He is easy to talk to. And like. If you get him on his good side. He has really shown that he can be yours best friend. Or yours absolutely worst nighmare. His words, he will uphold. And this his actions will show. I feel the sparks ignite my skin on the back of my hand. Not needing to look, to know that Mirai has put one of her small hands on my hand. Our fingers interweave. A sob, is heard. I look down at her. And a few tears are starting to flow, from her eyes. With my free hand I dry them off. Then the room get filled with more sobs. As I look up, I see that the kids are crying. But they are holding back their voices. So that they dont´t disturb Dragol. As I am taking in their sadness, I realize that my own sight are getting blurred. Tears are forming in a steady rythm. Thru the blurriness, I can just barely see that Hanna are streatching out her small arms. And her hands clutch around Dragols rough and big fingers.

"Let her do that!" I whisper to Mirai. She nods against my shoulder.

We see that she redo her grip over and over again. Her gaze not leaving his arm. I can sense that she wants him to response to her. That he would squeeze back. My heart ache for her. Her sobs and whimpers are getting lauder. I know that she can´t hold back any longer, soon. But she doesn´t want them to be heard. So she let go of his fingers and folded her arms. On them she pressed her head. Dampening the sounds that are now coming from her. Just as she really broke down crying, we all heard Dragol drawing in air thru his nose. It was a deep breath. He let it out thru his mouth. Then it happened. His hand moved. The arm lifted. I was in chock. The boys just looked at the moving arm. I don´t really know what they are feeling. Slowly and softly the hand was placed on Hannas head. Just as she looked up, from her arms I saw confusion in her eyes. As her eyes are redshot and puffed.

"Don´t cry little one." Dragols voice came out husky.

Hanna could not contend her happiness and tears. She literally jumped up on the bed. Her small frame crashed to Dragols cheast. She hugged him, atleast tried. Dragol opened his eyes. They stared right into my soul. They were like molten gold. I blinked, shaking my head. I locked eye with him again. Then I saw the color I knew so well,  his ice blue ones with dark green specks.