Long Awaited Mate Is A Baby novel Chapter 23

"Thank you, doctor," Peter croaks.

I don't think she'll wake up at all.

The doctor nods and walks out of the room, not saying another word, or sparing me another glance. He must hate me right now. But I can't say I blame him.

I don't think she'll wake up at all.

A small, strangled moan leaves my lips as I throw my head on the bed, tears finally escaping and sobs racking my entire frame.

I let this happen, and now Allie has to suffer from it. I should have known that it was too early, I should have listened to Peter when he told me not to do it yet.

But I didn't. And now look were it's gotten me.

Thinking to myself, I vow silently that if Allie wakes up, I'll always think things over. I'll always get a second, third opinion, and if they both disagree with me, I'll listen to them. Clearly I can't make decisions on my own.

I don't think she'll wake up at all.

"Kaden," Peter says softly. "Don't blame yourself, its not your fault,"

I throw my head up off the bed. "Not my fault? How can you say that? All of this is my fault? If it wasn't for me Allie would be happy and safe right now, awake and healthy. This is all my fault!" My tears start to fall again. "All my fault,"

I fall back down, but instead of my head falling on the bed, it falls on Allie's arm. Its cold, and still, not at all like my mates usual self.

I cry into the crook of her elbow, murmuring unintelligible words under my breath.

I hear Peter stand up from across me, followed by his footsteps and the closing of the door.

He's left me alone with her.

"Allie, please wake up," I wail, my body shaking, and shivering from the sobs that overtake me.

"I can't lose you."

"Kaden, honey," my mom coos, running her hand through my hair. It's been two days and I haven't once lifted my head up. I have no desire to. "You need to get and move around. Eat something,"

"No," I mumble. "I don't want to leave her,"

Mom sighs and sits down beside me. "You need to eat, sweetheart. She'll be fine if you leave her for a few minutes to get food,"

I groan, shifting away from her touch. "I don't want to leave her," I say again, maybe a little too forcefully.

I shake my head. "Can I go back now?" My voice sounds like a two year old babies. But I can't find the will enough to care.

Mom sighs, seeming upset. "There isn't anything else you'd like to do before you go back?"

"No," I hiss, already starting to walk away from her.

Mom doesn't follow.

Even though I rush and practically run through the hospital halls, it seems to take forever for me to get back to Allie's room. I'm glad when I finally do.

But before I can open the door, I have a sickening feeling that something is wrong. I can't put my finger on it, but I know it's bad.

Trying to ignore this, I swing Allie's door open, almost freezing in my place at what I see.

The bed is completely empty. And Allie is gone.

As soon as my mind catches up with me, I'm over at the bed, clutching the sheets, willing Allie to be hidden under them.

"No, no, no," I murmur quickly. This isn't happening. It's not, no, she's fine, she's just with the doctors somewhere.