Chapter 218
“I know,” Lucas replies. “But this time… it’s different p>
My chest tightens painfully as I walk back toward the bed slowly, sitting down without even realizing it.
“Is he conscious?” I ask.
“On and off,” Lucas answers. “They’ve got him on a bunch of things. Monitoring him closely p>
I press my lips together, trying to keep it together.
“I should come,” I say quickly. “I should be there p>
There’s a pause thhen p>
“Yeah,” Lucas says. “You probably should p>
My throat feels tight.
“I’ll get ready and p>
“Elaine,” he cuts in.
I stop.
“What p>
“You sure you want to come alone?” he asks. “Or do you want me to send someone p>
I hesitat for a second because my mind flickers p>
“Alright,” Lucas replies. “Just don’t take too long p>
“I won’t p>
There’s another pause.
“I’ll keep you updated on the lab stuff too,” he adds.
“Okay p>
“And Elaine p>
“Yeah p>
“Hang in there p>
My chest tightens again.
“I will,” I say quietly.
The line goes silent after that and I pull the phone away slowly, staring at the screen for a second before it goes dar and just like everything feels different because now it’s not just about me Or Zane.
Now Its Grandpa and the thought that I might lose him it hits harder than anything else so far.
I don’t waste time the moment the call ends, I move.
Everything feels rushed, tight, like there’s something sitting heavy in my chest that won’t let me slow down. I grab the first decent outfit I can find, something simple but presentable, my hands moving faster than my thoughts as I rush through my routine, bath brush and dress I don’t even remember half of it when I’m done, my mind is somewhere else entirely.
Grandpa.
I grab my phone and head out of my room, my steps quicker than usual as I make my way downstairs.
When I step into the dining area…He’s already there.
Zane.
He’s Sitting at the table like he always does, calm, composed, a cup of coffee in his hand like this is just another morning.
For a second, I pause.
Because everything from last night flashes through my head without warning. The wall, his hand on me, and that kiss.
My lips press together briefly before I push it aside.
Now is not the time, his eyes lift the moment I step in, they land on me and stay. Not long, not like last night but long enough.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
Straight to it I see. No greeting.
I walk toward the table, trying to keep my pace steady.
“My grandpa is in the hospital,” I say. “Lucas called. It’s serious.
Something shifts in his expression.
“Sit,” he says, gesturing to the chair across from him.
I blink.
“What p>
“Sit and eat first,” he repeats, like it’s obvious. “I’ll take you p>
I hesitate, part of me wants to refuse, part of me wants to just grab my bag and leav but the other part The part that knows I might not even be thinking straight right now Wins.
I pull out the chair and sit..Margaret appears almost immediately, like she’s been waiting for me.
“Oh my dear,” she says softly, her eyes scanning my face like she already knows something’s wrong. “You look pale p>
“I’m fine,” I say quickly.
She doesn’t look convinced but she doesn’t press. Instead, she sets a plate in front of me.
“Eat,” she says gently. “You’ll need your strength p>
I nod faintly, the food smells good so I pick up my fork and take a bite. Then another and another. I’m not even tasting it. I’m just… eating, hoving it down like it’s something I need to get out of the way. Because my mind isn’t here, itt’s somewhere else entirely.
With him…Grandpa and the memories come without warning
He wasn’t always like this, not the strict, cold man everyone sees now. When we were kids He was different So different.
I remember sneaking into his study, small feet against the floor, trying not to make nois and he’d always pretend not to notice until I got close enough.
Then he’d suddenly look up, pretend to be surprised, and say, “Ah, caught you p>
And I’d laugh, every time.
He used to keep sweets hidden in his drawer, not for himself, fr me.
“For emergencies,” he used to say.
But we both knew what that meant. I’d sit on his lap, legs swinging, while he handed me one piece after another, telling me not to let my parents find out and He’d wink like it was our little secret and I’d nod like it was the most serious thing in the world.
I smile faintly at the memory then it fades just as quickly beecause things changed, eveverything changed after my parents died…He changed, I guess he had to.
Five kids suddenly depending on him with responsibilities piling up and the grief he never really talked about.
The softness disappeared slowly, teplaced with rules and expectations.
He became… harder, Stricter, less patient and somewhere along the way We stopped being that close. I stopped sneaking into his study, he stopped keeping sweets and everything between us became… formal.
But even thenEven now…i still love him and i still miss that version of him. The one who smiled easily, the one who laughed with me and the one who felt… safe.
My throat tightens as I swallow hard, forcing another bite down even though it suddenly feels like too much. I don’t want anything to happen to him, not like this, not without fixing things Not without at least Trying.
I don’t even realize how fast I’m eating until p>
“Elaine p>
Zane’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
I look up to find He’s watching me, his brows slightly drawn together.
“What?” I ask, a little too quickly.
He exhales slowly, setting his cup down.
“You’re not even tasting that,” he says.
I glance down at my plate, half of it is already gone. I didn’t even notice.
“I’m fine,” I repeat.
He doesn’t respond immediately just looks at me and something about it it makes my chest tighten again. Beecause for a second, he doesn’t look annoyed, he looks… concerned.
Then he sighs pushes his chair back and stands.
“Get up,” he says.
I blink.
“What p>
“Your mind isn’t here,” he adds. “You’re not going to eat properly anyway p>
I hesitate for a second then slow ly push my chair back and stand.
Margaret looks between us, concern written all over her face.
“Is everything alright?” she asks softly.
“He’ll be fine,” Zane says calmly. “We’re going to the hospital p>
I nod quickly.
“Yes… thank you, Margaret p>
She gives me a small, worried smile.
“Go on,” she says. “And call me when you get there p>
“I will p>
Zane is already moving toward the door when I turn back to him and I follow.
My chest still tight and my thoughts still spinning but at least now I’m not facing it alone.
The drive feels longer than it should with no music and no conversation. Just the quiet hum of the engine and the weight sitting heavy in my chest.
I sit beside him, staring out the window, but I’m not really seeing anything. Everything outside blurs past…cars, buildings, people but none of it sticks.
My mind keeps circling back to Grandpa.
I press my lips together, my fingers curling slightly in my lap.
Zane doesn’t say anything throughout the whole drive but I can feel him there. And somehow that makes it easier to breathe.
When we finally pull into the hospital, I don’t wait. The moment the car stops, I’m out and into the hospital the smell hitting me the second I step inside. That sharp, sterile scent that always feels too clean.
I hate it.
My steps quicken as I move toward the front desk, my eyes scanning everything like I expect to find answers just by looking hard enough.
“Excuse me I say quickly to the nurse. “My grandfather he was brought in last night p>
I give his name.
She checks, types into her system
“Third floor,” she says. “Private ward p>
“Thank you p>
I don’t wait for anything else as I turn and head straight for the elevators, my pulse picking up with every passing second.
Zane stays close behind me. Not hovering or crowding me.
The elevator ride feels suffocating. My foot taps against the floor, my arms folded tightly across my chest like I’m holding myself together.
The moment the doors open i step out immediately.
The hallway is quieter up here. I scan the doors, reading names, numbers Until I find it.
His room.
My chest tightens instantly, as I sight the are guards outside. Two of them, standing like unmovable walls.
I don’t think about it, i just walk straight up.
“I wan to see him,” I say.
One of them steps forward immediately.
“Ma’am, you can’t go in p>
I blink.
“What p>
“No visitors allowed at the moment,” he says, firm.
My chest tightens.
“I’m not ’visitors’,” I snap. “That’s my grandfather p>
“I understand, but p>
“No,” I cut him off, stepping closer. “You don’t understand. Move p>
He doesn’t he just stands there Unmoving, like I didn’t say anything at all.
My frustration spikes instantly.
“Are you serious right now?” I ask, my voice rising. “He’s in there and you’re telling me I can’t see him p>