His Majesty's Devious Sins

Chapter 209 - Lose His Mind

Chapter 209 - Lose His Mind

Adeline was terrified. In her coma, she had heard violence and screams. She heard things being smashed, wood splitting, and porcelain shattering. She heard crying that shattered her eardrums.

Adeline felt like she was floating in darkness, with occasional c.a.r.e.s.ses on her face and body. She had seen a tunnel of light in the distance but never approached it, for she was scared of the noises. But when silence finally met her, she felt the need to stop the light. And when she did so, Adeline found herself staring up at the ceiling.

"Where…?" Adeline's body trembled as she turned her head.

Everything hurted. Her legs were numb and her muscles were sore. Pins and needles pricked her skin, and she realized she was in Elias's bedroom.

Adeline's eyes fluttered open and closed, as she forced herself to touch her stomach, waiting for the kick of her baby. But she felt nothing. Her heart raced with terror, and she touched her stomach, realizing there were no babies inside.

"Where are my babies?" Adeline cried out, frantically looking around, noticing the damage in the bedroom, and the machines she was hooked up to.

Adeline suddenly remembered everything. The tea party, the agony, and the relief. Her thundering heart came to a slow halt. She remembered Elias holding their newborns. His face had been hard and his hands bloody, but he was holding them.

"Elias…" Adeline murmured, trying to sit upright but it was impossible. She cried out in pain, unable to properly move her legs. It was difficult. Her legs were burning as if she rolled it in a field of cactus. She struggled to even sit upright.

"Elias…" Adeline frantically whispered, knowing he'd tell her where their children were. He was the last person she saw them with. She needed to find him. She needed to find her babies.

Adeline began to unhook herself from the machine. She cringed when she pulled out the needles, but didn't care. Her attention was on locating her children. What did he do to them? Did he hurt them? Or is he looking over them?

Her eyes watered at the thought of anything happening to them.

Adeline wriggled her legs and found it incredibly difficult to even move them. But she grabbed the IV drip pole and clamored out of the bed. Her legs were a dead weight, barely able to move. She gritted her teeth and held tightly onto the IV drip pole and began to slowly drag her body around the damages and towards the door.

Pain was shooting up her legs and suddenly refused to cooperate. Adeline struggled to make it out of the door, her arms shaking whilst she moved inch by inch, dragging her feet across the ground. She was willing to do anything for her children.

"E-Elias?" Adeline called out the hallway, but was met with silence.

Adeline looked down the dark hallways, her heart racing. The windows revealed it was well into midnight, the moon hidden by a thick cloud. She was frantic and fearful, but her arms gave out and she sank onto her knees in defeat. Her arms were shaking and burning. She was physically unable to push on.

- - - - -

Elias was deep asleep when he heard a subtle cry in the background. He peeled his eyes open, wondering if it was the infants. It wasn't them. They were fast asleep, their mouth parted, as they slept upon his c.h.e.s.t.

Pushing himself off the bed, Elias began to approach the cribs again, knowing they needed to sleep alone. Elias placed them into their crib, one by one, and luckily, they didn't wake up this time.

"I still don't know what to call either of you monsters," Elias muttered whilst wrapping them tightly in their blankets. He read it somewhere that tightly wrapping them like a burrito mimicked the sensation of being in their mother's w.o.m.b.

"...ias…"

Elias's head snapped towards the door. He heard it again. It was faint, but he heard it. Only one person would be foolish enough to call him by his name. Instantly, Elias dashed out of the door, and sure enough, he saw her.

The world blurred. Elias saw Adeline first. Her large, frantic eyes, and her slumped position. She was sitting by the doorway, holding tightly onto the IV pole, attempting to pull herself to her feet. Why was she struggling to stand?

"Elias," Adeline breathed out. In a blink, he was in front of her, his hands shaking, much like his eyes.

"Is it really you, darling?" Elias breathed out, pushing the hair away from her face. Her skin was cold, but familiar.

Elias was terrified that this was another dream. He expected blood to pool underneath her waist, and that she'd disappear. He couldn't experience another nightmare like that, ever again. He'd lose his mind.

"Where are our children?" Adeline demanded, grabbing his hands, frightened that something had happened to them. "T-the last thing I saw was you holding them a-and—"

"It really is you," Elias's voice was shaky when he spoke, like dry leaves on a branch. He immediately embraced her, his arms digging into her thin figure. He hugged her as if he'd never let her go, as if she was his only comfort, as if nothing in the world mattered but her.

Elias had never felt this sort of relief before. He felt like he could see colors again. Joy swelled in his c.h.e.s.t, his heart suddenly beginning to race like it had always done in her presence.

"Our—"

"They're safe," Elias said, pressing his face into her shoulders, his hand coming behind her head, pressing her even tighter to his body. Only when she began to tap his back did he release her. He rested his hand behind her, not allowing her to go anywhere.

"You've just awoken from a three day coma and the first thing you ask is about our newborns?" Elias questioned, forcing a laugh at her antics. She had not changed a single bit. Always placing others before her.

Elias cupped the side of her face and she leaned into his touch, softly closing her eyes. His heart squeezed. He didn't realize how much he missed holding her in his arms. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of that feeling.

"Where are they?" Adeline asked, opening her eyes to study him.

Elias was as handsome as ever but in a rugged manner. His lips were dry and stubble grew on his jawline. He had the appearance of a man haunted by a ghost, exhausted and frightened, but in the most suave manner.

"Asleep," Elias said as he tenderly stroked her face.

"I'd like to see them," Adeline responded, placing a hand over his. She always found it intriguing his rough fingers could be so gentle when it came to her. He was always touching her, wasn't he? Whenever she was in his presence, his hand was somewhere on her body. She didn't understand why.

"Then let's go," Elias chuckled. He stood up and offered her his hand.

Adeline stared at his palm, his skin pale yet reassuring. She slid her hand over his, his fingers immediately enclosing around her. But then she tried to stand up, and it was useless. Her legs weren't responding, and his face darkened.

"Adeline, what happened to your legs?"