His Favorite Killed His Saviour Chapter 05

His Favorite Killed His Saviour Chapter 05

“It moved,” Blaine insisted when the doctors returned. “Her heart rate changed.

“I saw it.”

He caught the attending physician by the coat. “Please save her.

“I’ll do anything.”

He repeated the plea until his voice cracked, searching every face in the room for a promise no one could give him.

The staff tried to explain that the brief change on the monitor did not mean I was returning.

I hovered beside him and clapped. “Look at you now, Blaine.”

He cornered the medical team and begged until hospital security pulled him back. In the struggle, his head wound reopened and blood streaked his face.

The doctors and nurses looked at him with pity before leaving. There was nothing more they could do.

One by one, they lowered their eyes and stepped into the hallway, leaving Blaine alone with the machines and my unresponsive body.

Their silence said more clearly than any diagnosis that they had given up hope.

“You’re punishing me, aren’t you?” Blaine asked my silent body.

“I’m not miserable enough yet, so you refuse to wake up.”

His eyes were raw and red. “If this makes you happy, then please open your eyes.”

He struck himself across the face again and again. Nothing remained of the arrogant Whitmore heir who once believed he could control everyone.

Each blow landed harder than the last until his cheek swelled and blood from his reopened wound mixed with his tears.

He seemed determined to punish himself into earning a miracle.

Each slap cracked through the hospital room. I stood beside him and watched with a cold smile.

“Blaine, stop!” Brielle rushed through the door.

“She isn’t worth this.”

She grabbed his hand. His expression sharpened with sudden violence.

He caught Brielle by the hair and slammed her against the floor.

The tenderness he had always shown Brielle vanished so completely that she stared at him in disbelief.

For the first time, the protection she had relied on had turned against her.

“You’re the one who isn’t worth anything,” he said. “You told me you found the kidney donor.

“You said Avery had abandoned me.”

“Why did I believe you? Why did I let your lies make me hurt her?”

His accusation was desperate because it allowed him to pretend that deception, not his own choices, had destroyed us.

Even then, he could not fully face how eagerly he had believed the worst of me.

He dragged Brielle closer to the bed. “You should apologize to Avery.

“You should be the one begging.”

“I was wrong,” Brielle cried. “Please let me go.

“I lied because I loved you too much.”

Blaine had gone beyond listening. Rage had swallowed every trace of reason.

Brielle bit his hand and tried to escape. He kicked her down, seized the front of her dress, and closed both hands around her throat.

She twisted beneath him, clawing at his wrists and dragging in thin, broken breaths.

The same man who had once shielded her from everyone now watched her terror without mercy.

He did not release her until she lost consciousness.

Then he covered his face and broke down beside my bed.

His fury collapsed as quickly as it had risen, leaving him hunched beside the bed with his shoulders shaking.

He reached for my hand as though I were the only person who could absolve him.

“Please wake up, Avery,” he sobbed. “You can ask anything of me.

“Anything at all.”

I watched without sympathy.

So Blaine had finally learned what helplessness felt like.

His grief pulled me toward memories I had tried to bury.

Watching him cry with the helplessness of a child pulled me back toward the boy he had once been and the years before Brielle changed everything.

Those memories made the man beside my bed even harder to understand.