All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EvelynI stood frozen at the SUV door, staring at my daughter sitting in the back seat. My heart pounded against my ribs so violently I swear Hilda must have heard it. Ava looked back at me with wide, expectant eyes."Dr. Graham?" Ava said, her small voice trembling with a mix of hope and uncertainty.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My legs threatened to give way beneath me. After five years of nightmares and regrets, of imagining this moment in a thousand different ways, I was completely unprepared for the reality of it.Behind me, Hilda made an impatient sound. "Are you just going to stand there gawking? Get in the damn car."I couldn't move. Tears welled up, blurring my vision as I took in every detail of my daughter's face. The slight dimple in her right cheek when she frowned. The way her hair fell across her forehead. The tiny scar near her eyebrow that hadn't been there when she was a baby."Oh no, Dr. Graham is crying," Ava announced, unbuckling her seatbelt and scramb

EvelynI ran until my lungs burned, each step tearing the wound in my side open wider. Blood poured from where the machete had sliced through skin and muscle, soaking my shirt and pants. The gash was deep—I could feel the edges of my flesh pulling apart with every stride.Ava clung to my neck, her small body bouncing against my chest as I stumbled through the underbrush. The forest was dense here, branches slapping against my face, roots threatening to trip me with every step. But I couldn't stop. Not yet."Dr. Graham," Ava whispered against my neck. "The bad men aren't following us anymore."I didn't slow down. Couldn't risk it. My ears strained for sounds of pursuit—growls, snapping twigs, anything. All I heard was my own ragged breathing and Ava's rapid heartbeat."Just a little further," I gasped, pushing forward despite the burning agony in my side."You're hurt," Ava said, her small hand pressing against my blood-soaked shirt."I'm fine."It wasn't until I saw the glint of water

Hilda"Miss Hilda! Dr. Graham won't make it!!"Ava's scream cut through the night air. She was hunched over Evelyn's body, small hands pressed against the doctor's face. I dug the paddles deeper into the water, muscles burning with each stroke. We were close to the opposite shore, maybe fifty yards out. So close, yet with each labored breath Evelyn took, it felt too far.I could hear the wet rattle in Evelyn's chest from here. Her breathing had deteriorated in the last twenty minutes—shallow, forced, with that distinctive whistling sound that never meant anything good. The wolfsbane was working its way through her system, spreading from the wound that refused to heal.The smell hit my nostrils—putrid, sickly sweet. The wound was festering. Even in the moonlight, I could see the unnatural purple-black tendrils spreading from beneath her blood-soaked shirt."Keep her head elevated," I told Ava, not slowing my pace. The wooden paddles creaked against the oarlocks as I pulled harder.Ava

Hilda"Miss Hilda? Is that working?"Ava's eyes fixed on me, expectant and hopeful. I stared at the useless first aid supplies scattered on the floor, then at Evelyn's wound with its black edges and purple veins spreading across her skin. The words stuck in my throat.What the fuck could I say? Her mother was dying and I had no clue how to fix it.I couldn't look at the girl's face. The weight of my impulsive promise sat heavy on my chest."Ava," I said, forcing myself to focus, "look around the cabin. See if you can find any firewood or something we can burn in the fireplace. We need to warm this place up."She nodded and scurried off, eager to help, to do something—anything—that might save her mother.I turned back to Evelyn, examining the wound more closely. The gash was deep, at least three inches long and gaping open to reveal wet, dark tissue underneath. The edges were blackened and dead, with thick purple veins spreading outward across her skin like spider legs. Yellow-green re

HildaThe sun had barely risen when we reached Wood Pack territory. Mark the scout leader and his team moved efficiently, having treated Evelyn with herbs and a painkiller strong enough to keep her stable through the night. By dawn, they'd fashioned a stretcher from branches and blankets, and we set off through the forest.I walked beside Ava, who hadn't slept more than an hour. Her eyes were fixed on her mother's still form, carried between two burly wolves ahead of us."How much farther?" she asked, her voice raspy from exhaustion."Not far," Mark the scout leader answered from the front of our procession. "See those trees with the red markings? That's our outer boundary."He pointed to a cluster of pines with deep slashes in their bark, red sap oozing down the trunks like blood."The pack house is just beyond the ridge," Tessa added. She'd stayed by Evelyn's side all night, monitoring her breathing and changing the dressings on her wound. "Our medical facilities are there."I nodde