Page 126 of Anything To Be With You

He smiles up at me and presses my nose. "Beeeeeeeeep." He laughs and drops his head on my shoulder. "Love you, Ma."

I kiss the top of his head. "I love you, my baby boy."

While yesterday was full of laughter, today is the exact opposite. There's been nothing but tears and pain, yelling and fighting. The doctor and nurses are trying everything to make Mason comfortable, but nothings working. I pace the hallway, biting the side of my thumb. I can't be in that room anymore, it's breaking my heart.

They had finally found something to calm him enough to help him sleep, but it hasn't taken the pain away completely. They've taken blood to see why he's resisting the drugs, I'm praying they find nothing and that all it is is them not giving him the right dosage. He's as tall or taller than the average adult male and weights just as much, but he's still a teenager.

Heavy footsteps draw my attention towards the elevators. My heart skips a beat in my chest as Luke walk towards me with his large shoulders, wide chest and beautiful smile. Tears spring to my eyes as the stress from the last ten hours catches up with me. I run towards him, slamming into his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist, letting the tears fall.

"Sweetheart?" he wraps his arm around my waist, his other hand digs into my hair and he holds me tight against his chest. "Is everything alright? Did something happen with Mason?" concern fills his voice, making me cry harder.

I hold on tighter to him, unable to speak.

"Shhhh, baby. I'm here, I've got you. Talk when you're ready." Luke says, running his fingers through my hair.

A cry of pain comes from Mason's room and my knees give out.

Luke helps me over to a chair against the wall. "I'll check on him, okay?"

I shake my head. "I can do it."

"Sweetheart, you are too stressed and exhausted to deal with this right now. Let me go check, and if he needs you, I'll come get you." He cups my cheek, getting me to look at him.

"Promise me, Luke," I grab his shirt, "promise me you'll come get me whether he needs me or not. He's my baby."

"I promise, Dani." He kisses my forehead before heading into Mason's room.

I drop my elbows on my knees and curl my fingers around my head. Luke's right, I am stressed and exhausted, it is taking every ounce of strength I have to hold it together around Mason. I hate when my baby is in pain and there's nothing I can do about it.

Mason was an accident prone child. Broke his arm when he crashed his bike into the side of the house when he was six. Dislocated his shoulder trying to do a back flip when he was ten. He had four sets of stitches in one summer when he was fifteen. Those were some of the worse days of my life.

Screaming echoes down the quiet hall and I race into Mason's room, finding Luke and two nurses trying to hold Mason down. His massive body is thrashing on the bed, sending the nurses scrambling to get a grip on his arm while Luke has his arm across Mason's chest, pressing him into the bed.

Watching my baby being held down kicks my mama bear instincts into overdrive. "Let go of my baby, now!" I scream, causing Mason to stop his thrashing and the rest freeze in place.

"What in the fuck do you think you are doing?" I ask to no one in particular.

"He yanked his IV out, we need to put it back in." One of the nurses inform me.

"And you needed to hold him down?"

Luke comes around the bed, taking me by my elbow. "How about we wait outside and let the nurses do their jobs."

I yank my arm out of his grip. "Answer my question, Archer. Why were you holding Mason down?"

"He wasn't letting the nurses put the needle back in. They had asked me to help."

"You said you'd come get me if he needed me." I poke his chest. "But you didn't. You took it upon yourselves to hold my child down. Did it ever occur to you that I could calm him down enough for them to put the IV back in."

Hurt swims in his ice blue eyes. "I made a mistake, I should've came and got you. I'm sorry, Sweetheart, it won't happen again." He reaches for me but I move out of his reach.

"No, it won't. I told the nurses that he was deathly scared of needles and yet, no one bothered to come and get me."

"Sweetheart, I'm truly sorry. I thought I was helping, I thought we could handle this. I didn't want to trouble you for something as simple as putting his IV back in. If I had known—"

I open the door, cutting off what he was saying. "Goodbye, Archer."

"Dani, please, I'm so sorry—"

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