35. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY

Brum’s P.O.V

“Rose.” I called, my hand moving to touch her shoulder but she shook it off and lay there.

“Come on. Please, just try.” I said, coaxing her but she did not even reply.

“Rose.” I tried again yet she did not respond. She had lost so much weight because she could not keep anything down. I sat back and cursed in my head. I ran my hand through my hair and put the bowl of her favorite soup down. I had thought of everything to try make her eat but nothing worked. She hadn’t kept anything down in over a month.

I turned my head to stare at the crib where Hugo lay. I blinked the foreign emotions away. As much as I was attached to the kid, I didn’t know how I got myself in this situation. I had been trying to help Rose and her parents but in the end, Rose’s parents left her to me and she was….she was wilting. And because of that, Hugo was also not doing well. Since the pregnancy, Rose was overly sick. She could not eat anything at all which led to her not being able to produce milk