Too Late For Redemption: Rise Of The Lycan Queen

Chapter Seventeen

Fernrin

°•♤°♤°♤♤♤ 21 years ago

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The pain ripping through her was excruciatingly agonizing and could not be described in words, yet Vivienne still somehow managed the strength to clutch an arm over her rounded belly protectively and clench her thighs together in a foolish, futile attempt at stopping the blood from gushing out of her.

Vivienne's eyes blurred with tears as she wept and screamed through brutal wave after brutal wave of searing pain until she made it to the operating room. The nurses and doctors who had raced her stroller across the hospital hallways had all given her that gleam, dreadful look she was all too familiar with, the one that told her; this is bad, only a miracle will save you.

"Mrs Knightley, you were in a very terrible accident." One of the nurses had to explain to Vivienne in the middle of her hysteria.

Accident? What accident? The last she remembered was feeling lethargic and dizzy after walking out of her car on her way to the Stellar Group company building. She had received news in the morning that her husband was returning from his long overseas business trip and she had planned on surprising him with the news of her pregnancy…. But she never made it across the street and she was yet to discover why.

"No! No! No! No! What happened? What happened?" Her yells could be heard across the ER section when it came to her notice that there was a pool of blood collecting between her thighs, that was a moment right before they strapped her down so she wouldn't injure herself even more.

"Please calm down, Mrs Knightley, you are very badly injured, we need to operate immediately." Vivienne's eyes widened in panic at the doctor's words.

Even a seasoned ER doctor like Dr Yale was bewildered by Vivienne's perseverance and determination to live. Even with the sharp strip of metal lodged inside her and her having lost so much blood, Vivienne could still put up a fight and had not lost consciousness.

Vivienne could feel herself quickly fading away, her head now weighed a ton, her vision was now nothing but a hazy, spectrum of light and her limbs were going numb. With the last bit of strength left in her, she tightly grasped the scrubs pants of Dr Yale and croaked out a desperate plea,

"Please save my baby, please… please call my husba-"

She couldn't even tell them to call her husband to the hospital. Adrian Knightley's glowing, handsome face was the last thing Vivienne saw before darkness consumed her.

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"Looks like she is still suffering from the effects of the anesthesia, let her rest." A deep, soothing voice met Vivienne's ears as she clawed out of the dark abyss of her harrowing nightmares and made it to the light.

"Adrian…. Adrian…" She breathed, her voice low and hoarse but still clear enough to be heard.

"Your husband is not here yet, you should rest, Mrs Knightley." The surgeon who had operated on her couldn't more relieved that she still had the ability to not only talk but to also grab at his scrubs aggressively with an iron tight grip after such a lengthy, hard, life- saving surgery.

"Adrian… Adrian…don't go… don't leave me…" Vivienne begged gruffly while in her mind her voice was sweet and endearing but just as he did when she begged him not to go to Lormvia for three months, the Adrian in her delusions also jerked his arm away and turned his back to her.

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A bright flash shone through the starkest darkest before combusting into cosmic dust that set Vivienne's hazel eyes alight. With a sharp gasp, Vivienne's eyes shot open and her body jerked forward but she was quickly held down before she could fully sit up, albeit gently. It took Vivienne a moment to take in her surroundings and remember exactly how she had found herself in this hospital room and was not waking up in her bedroom at the Knightley Manor.

"Have some water, Mrs Knightley." A young, petit woman who looked to be her age spoke to her softly and handed her a glass of water as though she were an unruly toddler about to throw a tantrum.

Vivienne opened her mouth to speak but the brunette nurse quickly hushed her by holding up her hand. "Take slow sips, very gently, that's it. You should try not to strain yourself at all, you've been through a lot. You're very lucky to be alive."

Vivienne took slow sips as she was told, she needed the water to wet her throat and prepare it to speak more than to deal with the uncomfortable dryness of her throat and the minor feeling of dehydration. Vivienne noticed how swiftly the nurses rushed to her side at the slightest movement she made. She noted that they really did not want her to sit up. As much as she noted that she had all sorts of tubes attached to her and her lower stomach was constantly assaulted by a stinging pain.

"The doctor will be with you shortly." Nurse Becky checked her vitals and adjusted her pillow. Before she left, she tucked Vivienne in nicely and reminded her of her responsibilities as a patient towards her recovery.

"You should not do anything that will put strain on your body and be careful to avoid sudden, vigorous movements because your stitches might rip open and that will be excruciatingly painful. We are going to take care of you and guide you through recovery the best we can, but you should also take care of yourself, Mrs Knightley."

"Wait," Vivienne rasped out before the nurse could turn her back to her, "where's my husband? Did he come see me last night? Did you tell him that I'm awake?"

Adrian was still nowhere to be seen and Vivienne was beginning to get worried. It didn't appear that he had visited her, otherwise he would have left her flowers and cute stuffed toys because he knows that combination always makes her feel better. Vivienne read the time on the clock on the wall and realised that she had missed the first dose of her anemia medication and had not yet taken any of her pregnancy supplements-