His Incurable Omega novel Chapter 43

I was trapped in my silent void, unable to register where I was.

I don't know how much time passed before my vision cleared out. The gray static soon fuzzed away. I felt lighter, my body exhausted on its own from the experience it had just gone through. Soon I could register the texture under my skin and the feel of cloth.

The static hum in my ears faded- as voices replaced it.

Angry voice.

"What's wrong, what's happening?!"

"Get the antidote!"

"Fayette"

That one whispered word of pain caught my attention above the other shouts. I tried desperately to fight against the gray static that clung to my vision, but the more I fought, the harder it became.

"She's seizing!"

"Hold her!"

I felt warm, solid hands press me down. His hands. I would know those hands anywhere. I fought through the haze, trying to reach him but the static was too thick. I wanted him to know I was still there. I wanted to ask him what was going on.

But the static consumed me.

I woke to the steady beeping noise. I felt an uncomfortable air push its way into my nose. I raised my hand, pulling the source of it away.

"Fayette stop."

That voice.

I opened my eyes, closing them again when they met the lights.

I felt the instrument on my nose be readjusted and the uncomfortable air continue to force its way into me.

I flickered my eyes open, squinting them.

He sat next to me. I raised my hand, and he caught it, capturing it in his own.

He exhaled as our skin made contact. I got the bearings of the surrounding room.

My bedroom. I pushed my way up. He got up and helped me, lifting me into a sitting position.

"Wha-," I stopped short and winced at the ragged pull from my throat.

Alto turned and poured a glass of water for me. I greedily drank from it, finishing half of the glass before handing it back to him.

"What happened Alto?" I questioned.

He looked at me with shattered eyes, his eye bowed as he took his hand and claimed mine again.

"You were poisoned."

"Alto." I reached out to hold his face in my palm. He surprisingly let it rest there, even leaning in a little. "Alto, look, I'm alive. I'm breathing. You saved me."

Alto's hands clenched mine harder. I could see his knuckles whiten. Ouch.

"They-What-I...If it had been...- what would I..." I watched with sad eyes as Alto struggled to contain his grief and words.

I reflected back to my father and his actions over my mothers death. The Queen's voice rose within my head, They will come for you Fayette.

Had she somehow known? My mind boggled down with the weight of thinking the Queen could be behind this. This was bigger than I thought. Why could it never be a simple story of a boy and girl falling in love?

No. I watched as Alto looked like he would fall apart any second. I could not let history repeat itself. What if the roles had been reversed though? I accused myself silently. Would you be acting calm and composed if Alto had been poisoned? No. That was the hard truth. I would break down. But I needed to know that I would rise. Not fall and stay broken. As harsh as the truth may seem, I didn't want to become my father and mothers love story.

"Alto."

He looked up at me. His face was twisted in tight control as he tried to reign in his grief.

"Alto," I said again, tasting his name on my lips. "What would you do if I died?"

Alto choked on whatever he was holding back, "Fayette don't speak anymore," he growled. The command in his tone made me realize that he was used to being listened to. But his words had no sway over me.

"No, Alto answer me," I said, struggling as I sat up straighter, "what would you do if I died?"

The silence in the air was filled with a soul-crushing growl. My toes curled up at the noise. It was frightening. But a fire of determination had been lit under me. I knew I needed to do this.