Beauty Love - Chapter 10 - Second Chance
Rating K :
Genre : Friendship, Family Drama
Warning : Orphan, Emotionaly wrecked ---- tissueeee
Lads : Kian, Mark, Shane, Bryan, Nicky
Summary : Both Kian and Mark , 11 yrs old, are an orphan at St.
Peter Orphan House for Boys. They grew up together and happily, they
were loved by all sisters and father, but they are still want to feel
having a real family which mean having mother, father, and brother.
Would they have that too ?
Chapter 10
Second Chance
Kian slowly became aware of his
surroundings. He was laid in a bed, a nice bed. Sunlight shone through the
window, warming the room. He didn't know where he was, how he'd got there, he
could only remember pain and fear. And dark dreams, where nobody came to his
pleas, nobody cared. But they were gone now. He realized he wasn't alone;
somebody was laid by his side watching him, a smile on her face with tears of
glad. Kian had to clear his eyes. She was a beautiful woman.
“Baby, I knew you
wouldn’t leave me…,” she smiled with tears and kissed him.
Kian was confused, his last definite memory was being in the
street, soaked and freezing. On the street. ‘Where
am I? And who’s this Lady?’
He looked over and found he was on the most beautiful room he
ever seen (well, how many chamber he had seen, except his room on St. Peter)
And there’s another women who smiled glad at him, and gave him a sign to calm
down as she knew what would happen if he woke up.
He tried to sit up, but nothing happened! He could barely move.
And the Lady beside him held him to stay laid.
“Shs…, mother’s here,
go back to sleep,” she traced his face gently and comfort him.
“Mother?” and he had to
smile. No need words, Kian felt so
comfort and felt home, yet he didn’t know who she was. He didn’t have strength
to get up and just let his self lay. Hope it wasn’t a dream. Soon he fell to
sleep again.
“She looks so
fragile, Emma,” Evelyn traced that pretty face.
“Yes, Milady.”
“It’s my fault, Emma,
I made her like this. I gave this weakness….it’s all my fault,” tears dropped
onto the beautiful pale face.
“No…no, Milady…. Miss
Adeline is alright, she would be fine, Milady.”
Evelyn just smiled, and traced the little face. She kissed him
again, and let herself sleep in his side.
Emma took a deep breath seeing her Lady. She could understand
how that thought went into her Master’s mind. It was for her Lady, and she
would do anything for her.
It wasn’t long when Emma noticed Her Lady went weak. Her breath was
so short and turned pale.
“Master!”
Lord McFadden rushed in, and found his beloved wife looked so
weak. He examined her. Yes, she’s dropping down. He knew this would happen, she
had forced her strength too much, yet she’s not that strong.
“Alright, love, your
turn to get rest,” as he picked her up.
“No… please… Adele
needs me,” she struggled weakly.
“No, honey, she’s
alright now. You need the rest now,” and brought her back to her room as she
couldn’t fight again only whimpering.
Louis laid Evelyn gently, and she’s still whimpered.
“Let me stay with her,
Louis…. she needs me….”
“No, honey, you need
your own bed, and you need to get full rest.”
“I’m fine, Louis_”
But Louis shook his head gently with a smile that she couldn’t
resist. She knew about her condition too.
“Don’t leave her
alone, Louis, she doesn’t like to be alone.”
“No she won’t, love,
Shane stays with her.”
“Shane…. he’s a good
lad.”
“Yes, he is. Now, stop
talking, love, go rest,” as he covered his beloved wife to her chest.
Evelyn breaths heavily as she tried to sleep.
Louis took a deep breath and kissed her deeply.
*
Kian came
around and aware his surroundings. Again, he was on a bed, a beautiful bed he
ever known. He dreamt a beautiful lady was hugged him warm and kissed him. The
lady he had thought was his mother. Yes, it was only dream.
‘Where am I?’ He
looked over and found a brown hair. ‘Mark?’
he had to smile widely. This must be Ireland, Dublin, and he had found Mark!
He tried to get up, but weak trapped him.
“M…Ma..ark..?”
The lad turned over by his voice. And Kian had to shock… No he
was not Mark. But he was smiling at him.
“Ah… you had wake up,
litt. lad?”
Kian was confused. He pressed his body in fright as the stranger
approached him.
“It’s alright,” he
comforted him.
“Wh…re am..I…?”
“You are at Lord
McFadden’s mansion.”
Kian even confused. “Why am I here?”
The young lad smiled gently, “I supposed you don’t remember…
Master found you laid semi conscious on the street, soaked and freeze. You got
pneumonia.”
Kian bit his lips. ‘Pneumonia’?
The pain and dark dreams remind him. The rain, the cold weather,
and the pain on the chest stooped him from breathing. His chest was sore, he
ached and there was no strength in any part of him. He was supposed on journey
to Dublin.
“Is it Dublin?”
“Dublin?” he smiled.
“No lad, you are not even getting out from London.”
He froze, and felt disappointed. ‘Well maybe he shouldn’t leave. He would never see Mark again. Lord
Heaven didn’t allow him.’
He then remembered St. Peter. They must be so worry about him.
This realized him what a bad kid he was.
“Father Simon…I’m
sorry…” he felt his tears.
But the young lad held his hand, “Don’t worry, kid, they know.”
Kian a bit surprised. “They know? They know I’m here?”
“Of course, lad, and
they were here along your fever.”
“With Sister Anne?”
“Yes. They all here
for you, fight with you. I reckon you'll be fine, you're a fighter and no
mistake you are such a tiger, boy.”
Kian blushed. ‘Tiger’. Where he had that power for survive
again. He didn’t know what for he survived now. He wouldn’t meet Mark again, so
what supposed he lived?
“By the way, I’m
Shane,” the stranger finally introduced himself. “I’ll attend your needs.
Master is still with milady. He’ll be here. All you need is time to get your
strength back. We nearly lost you, you know. So rest easy, you'll need all your
strength to fight back to healthy and Milady have put a lot of time into
getting you this far, so don't waste it!”
“Milady?”
“Yes, Milady Evelyn,
she hugged you, bathed you, fed you or tried to calm you when the fever made
you see things that weren't there. Now rest!” he was stern but still in comfort
ways.
Kian remembered the lady by his bed, it hadn't been a dream, but
a real lady watching over him. A lady who called herself ‘mother’ to him.
When he next awoke, the room seemed full of
people. And there all were strangers. He didn’t know all of them, except Shane
who had met him before. There were two men, and another young lad with blond
hair.
“Hello lad, I'm Dr.
McFadden. We found you on the street sick, so I brought you to my house and
attend your pneumonia, but you weren't aware of it. Guess you had it before,
lad?”
Kian nodded, “Yes, when I’m eight.’
“Yes, we know that.
And this is my son Byron, and Paul!”
Kian looked to them, then back to the doctor, “Thank you, Sir,
for saving my life!”
Lord McFadden smiled, “That was mainly down to your nurses and
yourself!” He examined Kian thoroughly. “It’s going to take time, lad. Plenty
of rest and good food to start with, then fresh air and gentle exercise. You're
to stay in bed for the next few weeks, we can't risk a relapse and besides, you
haven't the strength of a new born babe. But with care and in time, you'll be
fine, we make sure you’ll be!'
“Thank you, Sir.”
Lord McFadden smiled, “Well, actually, we thank to you.”
Kian numb. “Thank you, Sir?”
“Yes. You made my wife
live again. Probably this still hard for you to understand, but you are here
for something. Thank you, son.”
Damn Kian didn’t know what he said.
“Sir…, Milady …” a
woman interrupted.
Lord McFadden took a sigh with a smile. “We are glad to have you
here, boy,” with ruffled his hair gently. “I’ll be right back.” With a smile he
left him in rushed, left him with those strangers.
As he left, Kian looked to the strangers with confused eyes.
The man named Paul held his hand, “It’s alright, son, you’re
gonna be fine, nothing to worry. Just rest.”
With that he leaved with the blond lad, left him back with
Shane. But he didn’t make a word, or telling him what’s going on here, he just
tended him nice. Why they were all so nice to him yet there was a mysterious on
it? Kian felt scared and alone. He wanted to meet Father Simon or Sister Anne,
back to St. Peter. He promised wouldn’t run again.
TBC
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