Chapter 13~ Straight To Death?

The private pediatric wing of St. Aurelius Metropolitan Medical Center had descended into complete chaos.

Doctors clustered near the doorway, their whispered consultations growing more anxious by the minute. Two nurses stood frozen beside the wall, their training manuals having never prepared them for this particular scenario. A security guard hovered nearby, one hand on his radio, uncertain whether this constituted an emergency worth calling in. And in the center of the unfolding disaster stood a tiny boy, barefoot on the wide marble windowsill.

Seven floors above the ground.

His small hands gripped the frame with white-knuckled intensity. His dark hair stuck up at odd angles, still damp with sweat from the fever that had brought him here in the first place. His cheeks remained pale, almost translucent in the harsh afternoon light streaming through the window. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying and shouting, held a desperate determination that seemed far too old for his young face.

"Nina!"

The word echoed through the luxury hospital suite for what felt like the hundredth time, each repetition more heartbreaking than the last. The name carried such longing, such absolute conviction that calling it loudly enough would somehow make her appear.

Across the room, Axel paced like a man who had just been handed a live grenade with the pin already pulled. He ran both hands through his hair repeatedly, a nervous habit that left it standing on end.

"Okay, buddy… listen to Uncle Axel," he said carefully, raising his palms in a gesture of peace, as though negotiating with someone holding all the cards. His voice remained steady despite the panic clawing at his chest.

"Windowsills? Not great places to stand. Actually, they're terrible places to stand. How about we talk about this somewhere safer? Like… literally anywhere else?"

Ethan ignored him completely, his gaze never wavering from whatever distant point he'd fixed upon."Nina!"

Axel groaned, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. "This kid is stubborn like a mountain goat," he muttered to no one in particular.

A nervous nurse edged closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sir… if he leans forward even a little—""Please don't finish that sentence," Axel cut her off, his tone sharper than intended. He couldn't bear to hear the words spoken aloud, couldn't let his imagination complete that particular scenario.

He looked at the boy again, forcing his voice to soften."Ethan, look at me. Just look at me for one second, okay?"

Nothing.

The boy's eyes remained fixed somewhere far away, panic and frustration swirling in their depths like a storm that showed no signs of breaking. His small chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath hitching with barely suppressed sobs.

Axel exhaled slowly, feeling utterly helpless. He'd faced boardroom battles, hostile takeovers, and cutthroat negotiations without breaking a sweat. 

But this? A terrified child perched on a windowsill, calling for someone who wasn't there? This was beyond anything in his experience.

"Well," he sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat."That didn't work."Just then, the hospital room door swung open, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. The anxious chatter ceased mid-sentence. The doctors stepped aside, creating a natural pathway. Even the nurses seemed to straighten their postures automatically, as if responding to an unspoken command.

Lucas Grant had arrived.

He entered with quiet authority… no rushing, no visible panic, just calm, controlled movement that somehow steadied the entire room the moment he crossed the threshold. His tall frame filled the doorway briefly before he walked in, his dark coat draped neatly over one arm. 

Everything about him radiated composure, from his measured steps to the set of his shoulders.

His expression remained carefully neutral, betraying nothing.

But his eyes immediately sought out Ethan, scanning his son with the practiced efficiency of a man accustomed to assessing situations in seconds.

Axel released a dramatic breath of relief, his entire body sagging. "Brother!" He marched over, gratitude evident in every step. "You're finally here. Thank God."

Lucas took in the scene with a single sweeping glance… the windowsill, the cluster of frightened doctors keeping their distance, his son clinging stubbornly to the frame like a small, desperate bird.

He turned to Axel, his voice low and controlled. "What happened?"

Axel spread his hands in a gesture of complete helplessness. "I have no idea." He gestured toward Ethan, frustration creeping into his tone. "He woke up and started tearing through the whole room, searching for someone."

Lucas's expression remained unchanged, though something flickered in his eyes. "Nina," he said simply.

Axel pointed at him, vindicated. "Exactly!" He sighed with theatrical exasperation. "So I told him the truth. What else was I supposed to do?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow, a hint of wariness entering his voice. "And the truth was?"

Axel rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, suddenly looking like a guilty schoolboy. "I said the lady had already left. Simple. Straightforward."

Lucas's gaze sharpened, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. "And then?"

Axel gestured at the chaos surrounding them… the overturned chair, the worried medical staff, the child perched precariously on the windowsill. "And then… this happened."

Ethan's voice rang out again, raw with desperation. "Nina!"

Axel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I swear, he likes her. That much was obvious from the start." He paused, his brow furrowing with genuine confusion. "But this level of panic? This absolute terror?" He shook his head slowly. "I didn't see that coming. Not even close."

Lucas turned his attention back toward the window. His son stood rigid and defensive, small body trembling, eyes wide and filled with distrust that cut deeper than any blade. 

Even when Ethan recognized his father approaching, he didn't relax or reach out. Instead, he edged backward along the windowsill, his fingers gripping the frame with white-knuckled intensity.

Axel winced, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "…Yeah." He swallowed hard. "That's the exact reaction I got too. Like I'm the enemy."

Lucas moved forward with deliberate slowness. Not quickly, which might startle. Not aggressively, which might trigger more fear. He stopped precisely three steps away from the window… close enough to speak clearly, far enough not to crowd or threaten.

"Ethan." His voice carried a calm certainty that seemed to anchor the room.The boy's eyes flickered toward him, wary but listening.

Lucas continued quietly, choosing each word with care. "When your uncle said she left…" He paused, letting the words settle. "…that's exactly what he meant. Nothing more."

Ethan remained frozen, his breathing still rapid and shallow.

Lucas kept his tone steady, almost conversational. "She was healthy when she walked out of here." He took a breath. "She wasn't hurt or in danger." Another pause. "She simply left the hospital because she was well enough to go home."

A long, heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the distant beeping of monitors and Ethan's ragged breathing.Lucas added gently, his voice softening around the edges, "She didn't disappear into thin air." His eyes never left his son's face. "She didn't die."

The boy's tiny shoulders trembled visibly, tears threatening to spill over.Lucas finished carefully, each word weighted with understanding. "This isn't like when your grandmother passed away. This is completely different."

The silence that spread across the room felt almost sacred, as if everyone present suddenly understood the depth of the child's terror.

Axel blinked rapidly, his mouth falling open as comprehension dawned. He looked at Lucas in utter disbelief, his voice emerging as a strangled whisper. "Wait… are you telling me…" He gestured wildly between himself and Ethan, his movements growing more animated. "I said two words… just 'She left' and his brain jumped straight to death? That she was gone forever?"