Rhythmic beating, mechanical lights, electronic hums and silent whispers. The bloodiest of war rooms. The ER.
Brian’s temporary “fix” to his best friend’s current slaughter break.
It was far more thrilling watching people desperately save the life of an innocent, than to watch a murderer slowly die on the inside as his body was mutilated on the outside.
No one ever questioned his presence in the surgery viewing rooms. To the staff, he was simply another suit.
This visit, however, would be vastly different.
Her perfume filled the whole floor. A mixture of artificial raspberry and spice. Brian had informed her how awful her perfume was, many times, though she never listened.
Apparently, pregnancy had not deterred her from wearing it, either.
The murmurs got louder, then quieter again. No change.
Opening and closing his flip phone, Brian checked the clock once more, questioning why he was wasting his time here.
She already had the devoted husband, pacing outside as he watched his whole life teeter on her deathbed.
“Take responsibility,” were his mother’s words. She wanted him “to be there for them”. Brian did not understand why, they already had loving families of their own.
Of course, one cannot simply tell their own mother that she was wrong. That only formulated a response like, “Then, why did you plan to impregnate Kira and Ashley, Brian?”
And that kind of question led to Brian standing in the surgery viewing room, making sure his “mistake” did not cause further chaos, because god forbid he was ever allowed any fun without serious, detrimental consequences.
Even if it did go wrong, there was nothing he could do about it. He could not stop the surgeons from pulling the plug, or force them to keep working.
Brian was as useless as Evan right now. Opening his phone, he eyed the empty inbox, then closed it. There was the other option of dropping down two floors and visiting his spawn. A word Drake would use to describe them once he found out. And he would, everyone would.
Brian had not seen them, but the nurse’s station was full of gossip about the two little albino boys that looked nothing like their siblings’ fathers.
The murmurs slowly morphed to whispers, then small chatter, and Brian left the viewing room.
They were finally done.
Exiting out of the left door, Brian circled back around to the main entrance of the surgery, and paused just before he turned the corner, where the husband would be waiting.
“Evan Mitchells?” The surgeon called out.
“Yes, is Ashley alright? Please tell me she’s okay.”
“We were able to stabilize her. Her uterine wall ruptured and caused internal bleeding. Her body and bone structure were not designed to handle giving birth to twins. And with her twisted pelvis, I’m sorry, but she won’t be able to have anymore children.”
“Is she safe?” By the tone of Evan’s voice, it was safe to assume he had a hold of the surgeons shoulders, gripping them a little too tightly from his anxiety, while he tried to remain calm.
“Y-yes, she is stable for now. We will monitor her closely. But-”
“When can I see her?”
“We still need to do some tests, sir, and she needs her rest-”
‘“When can I see her. When can the children see her?”
“Please, go back to your room, I will have a nurse come get you when we have moved her out of the ER.”
Evan was reasonable. But, he would only return once he was able to see Ashley again.
Brian turned back down the corridor, away from the conversation. He had heard more than enough to know this was his fault.
Out the nearest window, and down two stories, Brian slipped into the sleeping patients room, silently.
Ashley would not be returned for another hour or two, and Evan would wait by her side patiently, before returning to his new children.
He stepped past the soundless Daywalker and Kitten’s hospital bed, to the two bassinets, as the room was much too small for any more, and glanced at the strange four half siblings with emotionless eyes.
The paperwork in Vincent’s lap stated that the oldest, his only son, was Aiden, which meant Kira’s porcelain doll was Asher.
Brian scooped up the albino infant in one arm, Evan’s nameless baby girl in the other, and switched their bassinets.
Brian did not possess a single paternal bone in his body. So it came as no surprise when he felt nothing, as he stared down at the two children he had selfishly bore. No emotion at all. No pride, no shame, no joy at the new life that carried his gene.
He thought of Evan, and his fear of losing his wife. Then, perhaps the anger he would carry against Brian for ruining the chance at him and Ashley ever having any more children. The pain that would kill him inside.
Just the thought of feeling Evan’s emotional pain was orgasmic.
That made Brian smile.
Ashley’s little babydoll, Ian, began to stir and wrinkle his face to one of her signature ugly frowns.
Brian would never understand what his mother wanted him to feel by coming here. Guilt was pointless, and making himself apart of these two spawns’ lives was out of the question.
Yet, he still smiled. He pulled a knife from his suit coat and pricked his finger. Then, he placed it against Ian’s lips, so the child would feed instead of cry.
The child latched immediately, his half vampire side shining through from birth.
Perhaps there was some form of entertainment he could derive from these two hatchlings, after all. Of course, nothing even close to parental guidance. But, there would certainly be much chaos in their lives, Brian would see to that.
“Shh, there’s no need to wale. Daddy’s here now.”
Bridget Bales 