Beauty Love - Chapter 8 - The Mother’s Love
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 8
The Mother’s Love
Lady Evelyn and Emma sat through the worst
of it with the boy. He was still fighting to breathe, each breath more labored
and painful than the last! They were trying to make him drink the medicine when
Paul came.
“Sir, Father and
Sister from St. Peter have arrived,” he announced as he came to the room.
Lord McFadden just nodded and went out.
“Sir, this Father
Simon and Sister Anne from St. Peter,” Paul introduced them.
“Ah, good morning,
Father,” Lord McFadden greeted them warmly.
“Marques McFadden,”
Father Simon nodded politely.
“We believe you lost
your one child, Father?”
“Yes, Milord, it’s Kian.”
“Well, we founded him
semi conscious on the street in middle of the night, sick. Pneumonia I
believed.”
“Yes, Milord, he had
once when he was 8 yrs old.”
He surprised with the age, he had thought the boy was 8 years
now. “And how old is he now?
“Eleven, Milord.”
He even surprised. Eleven? His body was too small for eleven
years old. He sighed, his fragile body explained that, and now could be
worst.
“Well, this one is harder
than before. I had treat the fever, and the lungs, but its gonna be long fight.
He still in pain, hardly breathing, and the fever has not break down. He fights
all the time and crying.”
Sister Ann gasped in sadness.
“Yes, we tried to
soothed him and comfort him. So what happened there, why he’s leaving?”
“Well, we believed,
he’s going to meet his friend, Mark, who was adopted last month and being taken
to Dublin. He was his best friend and they never been separated.”
Lord McFadden got the scene. “Guessed, he couldn’t be left.”
“No, it broke his
heart, and now he tried to get to him.”
“Yes, I see. A brave
and strong decision.”
“But not a strong as
his body. He has some lungs problem from he was born. He couldn’t take cold
weather.”
“Yes, that explains
everything.”
“Milord, could we see
him?”
“Sure…, but my wife is
with him now, and she thought the boy is our daughter Adeline. And she passed
away a year ago.”
Both of them held their breath.
“We are sorry for that,
Sir, may she rest in peace.”
“Thank you,” he sighed
heavily. “My wife is not in good health too, Adeline death took her so much. So
please if you don’t mind, let her to think the boy is her for this moment.”
“Yes, of course, we
can understand that,” Father Simon answered with turned to his sister.
The sister just nodded.
“Thank you,” he smiled
bitterly, and sighed, “please…” he led them to the room.
As they came to the room, Sister Anne
couldn’t hold her tears, her heart sunked to see the fragile figure laid
painfully, struggled for breath. The Lady tried to comfort him, wiped the
sweat, and sponged his forehead, while the maids helping her. She was like
seeing herself. Kian on her arms breathing painfully and no showing of survive.
But he did. He was such a strong kid actually. Hope he did now. She made a
pray, and begged Lord Heaven showed His mercy for the poor child, as well as
Father Simon.
“You may stay, Father,
that could be giving him strength.”
“Thank you, Milord.”
Everyone was praying for the boy, even
Byron and Shane who didn’t know who the boy was, but something told them, this
poor orphan had to live for some reason.
It was really long fight. Days passed and
it had been three days, and yet there was still no sign of breaking down. They
all sat there waiting for miracle with pray. Father Simon kept coming everyday
with Sister Ann or Sister Theresa. They knew it would happen, as they were like
this waiting Kian for coming up. They had been there before. It took three days
when finally the fever broke down. But now it different, this was worst than
three years ago. And they hoped Kian still could make it.
Lady Evelyn still attended the boy as she
believed it was her daughter. The times she fought to get him to drink, he was so
weak he couldn't swallow. She had persuading him to take a little soup or beef
tea only to have him throw it straight back up. But she fought on, she had to.
Somehow she couldn’t even remember she’s own weakness. She had to strong for
her daughter, and she had to be always with her. She held her when she’s crying
in fear and pain and comforted her. Her soft soothing voice and cool hands
soothed him far more than anyone else. She gently washed the sweat of fever
from him, persuaded him to drink the medicine.
Louis prayed for the boy, he had put a big
hope on the boy as Evelyn got into touch with him and saw him as her daughter.
But when the fever didn't break at the end of the first week he was getting
worried. The boy was probably going to die. As a doctor he knew the boy could
stand another day, he was so weak and had lost so much weight, making him look
thinner than when he first time brought him here. And if he died, he couldn’t
see Evelyn got break down twice. It would kill her. He really prayed for the
boy to live, and insisting it wasn’t a mistake brought him to this house.
*
Kian was trapped in a world of pain and
fever, his chest hurt, was sore and his whole body ached. He struggled to
surface and escape. The few moments he was awake were worse! Strange people
stood over the bed, forcing him to drink when he hadn't the strength. He
recognized no one, everyone frightened him. Except one.
A soft gentle hands hugged him, wrapped him
into warmness and love. A beautiful angel stroking gently his forehead, she was
lovely, with a golden hair like he had, brown eyes and a quiet soothing voice.
Was it mother? Mother he never met? It was so nice to have a mother like this.
He wanted to be hugged like this forever. He wanted to have mother. Was this
heaven?
TBC
SHALL I CONTINUE ????
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