Chapter 611-Sadly, Emmet!
Helanie:
"Please eat something. You’re still very weak," Norman insisted, sitting in front of me on the bed and holding a bowl of soup.
I had woken up a few hours ago after another big nap and had managed to shift and begin healing. But the inner wounds would take a lot longer. I would still break down now and then when I thought about my child.
It had only been three days and I kept waking up and passing out.
"I went there to help Emmet out," I started speaking again, not about my baby this time, but about why I was there in the first place. Norman deserved to know.
My baby was his baby too. I was supposed to be resting, or at the very least, I should have told him where I was going. That’s why I needed to tell him everything that happened that night. I wanted him to understand why I didn’t tell him, and why I was even there.
"He was in so much pain, and he didn’t have much time. He told me about the well and how it heals when the sick drink from it in the presence of their mate. I wanted to be there for him, but the well was dry."
Even thinking about that night made it hard to speak. It had only been a few days, but it felt like I had suffered for ages stuck in that well.
"Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I would stop you?" Norman caressed my cheek, his eyes filling with tears.