Page 15 of Amethyst Queen
Chapter 12
Amalee sat for what felt like hours when it had only been a few minutes when Sarah stirred. Her heart monitor started chirping wildly. The room became a fury of activity as nurses and doctors rushed through the door. Amalee pressed herself against the wall and watched them work on Sarah’s lifeless body.
“What’s happening?” Amalee screamed, her gut telling her this was bad.
“Your Majesty,” Chris stepped in, pulling her into his arms, “Let them work.”
“Please do something,” she cried, her body seizing up as she watched them try to resuscitate Sarah.
The commotion stopped, and Amalee watched as the nurse's shoulders slumped. The beeping had stopped, but so had their efforts.
“Your Majesty,” the doctor stepped out, “I’m sorry, we did everything we could.”
“What are you saying?” Amalee’s breathing became frantic, “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? You said she was fine… that she was lucky to be alive.”
“She suffered severe trauma… and even though she appeared stable, things like clots can cause heart failure.”
“NO… Get in there and bring her back… Please,” Amalee started hitting the doctor, her fury bordering on insane. Her magic flowed, threatening to spill out in the middle of the hospital corridor.
Brawny arms wrapped around her, holding her firmly in place.
“Your Majesty… this is not you. Please… AMALEE!”
His voice pierced the rage fog she was under. With the fight out of her, she fell limply against the firm chest holding her. Her sobs echoed through the hallway as she was carried into another room. The faint voices fluttered through her head, but the words were meaningless. She sat stunned, and, most of all, feeling utter heartbreak. Sarah was gone… her husband and son still missing. Amalee’s gut churned, bile rising in her throat. Leaning away from the person holding her, she heaved the contents of her stomach to the floor.
“Shit.”
Amalee glanced, realizing Chris was still in the room with her. She closed her eyes, the embarrassment of losing control ransacked her body. Curling up on herself, Amalee closed her eyes and cried. She didn’t care if he watched her fall apart. She didn’t care about anything.
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“How long has she been like this?”
“Since I first called you, Sir.”
“And the woman dying sparked this response?”
“Yes. I’ve tried talking to her, but she just rocks.”
“Thank you for staying with her, Officer Stephens. If you’ll leave us and make sure no one enters the room, I’d appreciate it.”
“Yes, Constable.”
“Amalee, sweetheart, can you look at me?”
Warm hands touched her back, tugging her from the fetal position. Deep brown eyes filled her vision as she blinked the haze of sadness away.
“Dante?” she whispered.
“Yes, baby… I’m here.”
Lifting her body, he placed her in his lap as he sat down on the bed. Amalee pressed her face into his chest and inhaled his familiar scent.
“She’s dead…” her voice quaked with emotion.
“I know. Amalee,” Dante inhaled, “Can you tell me who she was to you? Why is her death affecting you this strongly?”
“I’ve messed up, Dante. So much… you’ll never forgive me – not now.”
