Chapter 203 (2/2)
A tear crept down his face, as Joseph magically created medicine to add to the IV . This was unacceptable! NURKONG had gone too far!
No one said anything as Joseph changed out the medicine, trying everything he could over the next twenty-four hours, but his mother grew weaker and weaker .
”She can barely breath,” whispered William .
”I can put her on a ventilator, but I don't know much about it,” said Joseph miserably .
William didn't say anything, leaving the decision up to Joseph .
With a shake of his head, Joseph knew that he couldn't let her die . Creating every part of a ventilator, that he could remember from one of his past lives, having spent a lot of time in a hospital that life, he was sure he had everything he needed . Swallowing, he quickly intubated her and hooked up the ventilator to breath for her .
William watched with unease during the process, unable to do anything to help .
Joseph stood next to her, watching as her chest rose and fell, wondering how long she would live . It didn't seem to help . Air was being forced into her lungs, but she still couldn't seem to breath . Was blood in her chest? Was it pressing on her heart? She was dying!
Taking a large hollow needle, Joseph leaned down and punched a hole in the side of her chest, watching with horror at the amount of blood that poured out . She seemed to breath easier, but had lost so much blood, and it had to have come from somewhere!
Waving his hand to send the blood away, it didn't work, and Joseph just stood there and stared at the blood that was splas.h.i.+ng on everything, pouring out of his mother, and magic wouldn't touch it .
The nurses behind him touched his back, pus.h.i.+ng him into a chair, and with clean cloths, cleaned up the mess that was growing by the minute .
Refusing to take his eyes off of her, Joseph watched the color fade from her face, and leave . She was still breathing, but she was dead . William left the room, unable to stay as the blood spilling from her side slowed to a soft drip, drip, drip . She was gone .
Stella was there, somehow, leading him out of the room, away from his mother, to a soft bed that used to be his when he still needed to sleep . She was pus.h.i.+ng him down, onto the soft sheets, and covering him with the blanket he had snuggled under as a child . He was still fully clothed, but that wasn't registering . The ceiling above him was clean, save for a tiny fly that was carefully crawling across the etched pattern in the tiles .
Joe was done, the kingdom was restored, and he was back in his head . He was just as exhausted, tired, done with it all . She was dead, and all the magic in the world hadn't stopped it . They both closed their eyes, ready to rest, pretend it was a nightmare they could wake from, rewind time, maybe, despite the repercussions of the G.o.ds, but they didn't .
Destruction had hit at them, and wounded Joseph in a way that NURKONG hadn't yet . His mother had been there for the first seven years of his life, doting on him, loving him, and being the parent, he had always wanted in every single one of his lives, and this G.o.d had dared to take that away from him . He would pay!
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