Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 12
Trigger warnings: attempted suicide
Rhys watched his fake girlfriend sleep in a chair beside her unconscious father. The nurses would visit every 30 minutes, tugging on wires, adjusting drips. He had sat here for 6 hours, counting the tiles on the ceiling (56) reading the 2 week old newspaper (Brexit backlash - again), even counting the freckles across Feyre’s nose that he could from this distance (Over 20).
He remembered holding Feyre’s hand as the doctors told her that her father jumped off a four story building, breaking nearly half of his bones in his body. He remembered holding her when she cried because she had no one else.
Mor had ended up so distressed that she was escorted outside by Cassian and Azriel.
Feyre’s legs were curled up beneath her. At some point a Nurse had covered her with a blanket.
She looked so small. So incredibly small.
The door opened to the private
room to find his mother rush forward towards him. Rhys rose from his chair,
reaching out to her as she was to him. He buried his face into her neck as she
stroked her hand through his hair.
“Mum,” he breathed out, his body almost wracking with sobs but he reined it in. It felt as though he didn’t have the right.