Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian)
Chapter 89: Dying

Drystan's POV

The air in the waiting room is thick with tension, not just because we were waiting for news about Astrid's condition but also because of our conversation.

Before a huge argument could start between us, the heavy door to the emergency room slid open with a muffled hiss, jolting us from our tense reveries.

Our heads turned around in unison to the room behind us, our eyes trained on the figure in the crisp white coat striding towards us.

The Doctor's expression was inscrutable, giving away one of the news they carried.

We have forgotten about the topic we were fighting about earlier. Every one of us held our breaths as time seemed to slow to a crawl. We waited with bated breath for them to deliver the update we both dreaded and desperately needed.

"Are you all an immediate family member of the patient?" Finally, the Doctor spoke, his words cutting through the deafening silence like a scalpel.

"Astrid doesn't have any living family members, doc. She's a member of my Pack," I answered instantly.

Killian, who looked like he wanted to answer the Doctor's question earlier, fell silent beside me.

If he and Astrid had been married until now, he would have qualified as Astrid's immediate family member. However, they have divorced already. He is no longer considered as part of Astrid's family.

"If that's so, can I ask the others to leave? I need to talk to you only," The Doctor spoke respectfully.

"You can tell us whatever you want to say. We are also here for Astrid," Killian insisted, making the Doctor look at him with contempt.

"Alpha, I'm sorry, but I can only say this to immediate family members only. Since Astrid is not even a part of your Pack, I cannot disclose this sensitive information to you," the Doctor answered professionally as if he had already encountered many situations like this before.

Killian stood his ground, his feet firmly planted as if anchored to the very tiles beneath him. The Doctor's words had fallen upon deaf ears as he refused to take his request.

"Killian," Giselle whispered next to him as she urgently tugged at his sleeve, her delicate fingers urging him to leave.

However, Killian stayed rooted on the ground, his gaze fixed on the closed door beyond which Astrid's fate hung in the balance.

"We have to go, Killian," Giselle whispered to his ears once again, her voice laced with a tremor.

We all stared at him as we waited for him to take his leave until he realized that the Doctor was really not going to talk until he was gone.

With a heavy weight inside his chest, he finally listened to Giselle and allowed her to pull him out of the waiting room.

"Is she "I swallowed hard. "Is she okay?" I asked the Doctor as strongly as I could despite the fear that gripped my heart as soon as Killian and the others were out of earshot. The Doctor sighed. Finally, the weight of the news he had to bring had seeped through his face.

"I'm not going to sugarcoat my words," The Doctor spoke in a grave tone, making me feel more anxious. "Astrid broke a lot of bones in her fall, and she also suffered from a lot of blood clots. Normally, her injuries won't be this serious if her wolf is in a healthy state. However, her wolf is in a dire situation more than her."

My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Her wolf is weaker than her human body right now. I'm afraid she won't be able to heal on her own," the Doctor answered.

My eyes widened. How could this

be? How could Astrid's wolf be weaker than her human body, which is suffering from a lot of injuries? Even if she is an omega, her wolf shouldn't be weaker than the current state of her human body.

"Astrid's wolf did not turn weak

because of her injuries. Her wolf had already been weak before the accident happened. Didn't you know about this?" The Doctor asked me curiously. "Didn't you notice some signs that her wolf was weak?" His eyes squinted as he didn't expect

me not to know anything about this.

I swallowed hard. I had no idea that Astrid's wolf was so weak to the point that its health was worse than her human condition right now.

"Then, h-how is she?" I stammered out without answering his question. "How is she right now?" I steeled myself, bracing for the words I knew were coming yet dreading all the same. "We've done everything in our power to stabilize her condition," the Doctor continued, his gaze never wavered from mine.

The air seemed to crystallize around us as my world narrowed down to the devastated expression on the Doctor's face. "Then she's going to be okay, right? What can we do to help her?" I asked him, desperately hoping that there would be a way.

"I'm... I'm sorry but Astrid is not going to recover from this," he replied with a voice low and heavy with regret.

My heart plummeted as the little hope that I desperately clung to crumbled into dust. "She's... she's going to die?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper, the words catching in my throat.

The Doctor nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the depth of his own anguish. "I'm afraid so. All we can do now is make her as comfortable as possible and... wait."