Heirot

It didn't take long for Bejei's weariness to kick in and put him to sleep no matter how hard he tried to stay awake to watch over Mia. It seemed like hours passed on by, and he laid silently asleep with his arms curled across her chest.

He moved his head a little as though he heard Mia called his name, but he instantly dozed off again. His muscular arm gently pulling Mia closer to him as he snuggled against her. His face revealed a sense of joy, and it seemed he was having a good dream for once.

Mia grimaced when Bejei pulled her close, though gently. It hurt only because it was causing her broke leg and arm to move and press against his form. It only hurt for a second and then after that it was only mildly uncomfortable.

However, this caused Mia to feel something different. She felt a wet sensation around her hips. She tiredly tried to raise up and see if maybe they had knocked the glass of water over in there sleep, but Bejei’s arm was far to heavy for her to lift on her chest in her weakened state.

She groaned and reached down with her good had to try and feel around her hips. She brought her hand back to her and held it shakily above her face so she could see.

Her face took on a horrified look as she saw the blood on her hand. She wondered, then, where it was coming from.

“Bejei…” she said a bit louder. “Bejei, please wake up…” She would have yelled, but she didn’t have the energy.

Bejei's eyes fluttered open momentarily before closing again when he felt his arm being moved around. He yawned while pulling her closer, but after hearing his name called, he immediately reopened his eyes and glanced at Mia.

"Mia...? What's wrong?" He yawned again while removing his hand from her chest. "What is it?"

He didn't notice the blood at her hips yet, but he did see the blood in her hands.

"I... I don't know," she said softly, looking at her hand. "I don't know if its been there since last night... but.. I feel blood around my hips....." She didn't have the strength to sit up and check she could only lie there.

She couldn't sit up to see that her robe and gown was stained with blood. Bolrock had lost his heir.

Bejei stood up and parts of his armor was covered in Mia's blood. He glanced down at her hip with a worried expression. He hoped she was not severely wounded there, and he didn't catch it earlier.

"Mia... I..." He couldn't find the words to say.

Something instantly hit him in the head like a ton of bricks. Everything began to piece itself together. All the times Mia had morning sickness, what the psychic told him, what Bolrock wanted from her, and what the doctor sadly hinted at him yesterday. It's all true... Mia was pregnant, but now she had a miscarriage because of the fall. How could he not see it until it was too late?

"Were you pregnant...?" Bejei asked with a sadden expression. "Did you know...?"

Mia looked at him, confused by what he said. How could that be? But, she knew exactly how it could be. The question was, who had been the father? Bejei or Bolrock?

"He wants something from you..." she remembered Bejei saying on night.

That's what he wanted from her? An heir? But, that meant that he had lost it. Well, that she had lost it. Mia stared at Bejei with wide uncertain miss-matched eyes.

"I was pregnant..." she whispered softly. "With Bolrock's child... and that's why he wanted me! So now its..." She froze, her heart pounding in her chest as sudden realization hit her. "He'll try again... He'll try to force himself on me again... Thats what he wants... a child..." she tried to sit up then, thinking she was lying down in a pool of her own child's blood.

Unfortunately she only succeeded in hurting herself. "He's a monster... He'll try again! He'll hurt me again..."

SHe wanted to ask Bejei to protect her from him. but, there was nothing he could do about it. Bolrcok could control him at any point. Bejei couldn't stop it. Now she was weak and wounded. She would be unable to fend him off if he attacked her. She would be unable to run or hit him or push him away. She was completely helpless.

And it terrorfied her.

"Bejei," she whispered. "I lost a child... I was going to have a baby..."

She didn't know what to do or say. Her eyes glistened with tears. Maybe if she knew the baby would have been evil she wouldn't feel so sorry for it. And how would Bejei take it, knowing Bolrock had been the father.

Bejei couldn't believe what he was hearing from Mia. She lost the baby? The baby was heir to Bolrock... his evil twin brother or so he said? He thought he had everything under control, but now it's falling apart before his eyes, and he could do nothing to stop it. He was like a little boy again... helpless and weak, not being able to save his parents, and now it's the same with Mia.

"I won't let him hurt you again... no more, even if I have to..." He thought about saying he would kill himself, but he held back, hoping Mia didn't get that impression from him. "Twice in my life things get taken away from me. My parents and brother... my best friend.... my wife and daughter... and now you and the baby..."

"Even if the baby is evil and the heir of Bolrock... he was apart of me." Bejei tried to hold back the hurt he felt inside, but it overwhelmed him. "Another child gone... twice in my life time."

He could do or say nothing else as he stared at Mia's bloody form. He wanted to help her, hold her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be ok, but everything was not going to be ok. The evil spirit had violated her, and now the wing man had killed the child. Mia's still wounded and hurt. Why? Why did god torture him so?

"I'm sorry," Mia said, using all her strength to lift herself up to a sitting position, trying not to look at the blood around her. She wanted a bath, to scrub herself clean. She wanted better clothes... But, none of this she would be able to do on her own.

"I didn't know... I didn't mean for this to happen. If I would have known I would have been more careful... I would have done something to take precautions... I would have... stayed inside. I'm sorry..." She almost broke out in sobs then and there. She tried holding it back though.

Bejei knew it wasn't Mia's fault for losing the baby. He blamed himself for not noticing the signs of pregnancy earlier. He could have helped her by any means necessary. He failed her as well as the baby. How could he live with himself.

"It's not your fault." He lifted Mia's chin up and wiped away her tears. "Please don't blame yourself for my failures. It's not your fault."

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around Mia, hiding his face from her as he tried to fight back the tears. He did not want her to see him that way.

Mia sucked in air quickly when he wrapped his arms around her, his arm brushing her broken one. It only sounded as if she were trying to hold back a sob.

"Bejei... Help me up... I need to... I need this blood off of me..." she didn't think he would want to help her bath... But, she could do that on her own. She just needed someone to help her get to the bathing tent and to help her get the clothes off... and clothes back on.

Maybe, Bejei didn't want that responcibilty...

"Will you go find someone to help me take a bath. I don't want to burden you," she said softly. "I just need this blood off before it makes me sick."

Bejei nodded his head as he gently and carefully lifted Mia into his arms. He needed to wash the blood from her clothing and stomach. He stared at her with puffy eyes before he wasted no time and walking out of her tent.

"Where's the bathing area?" He asked her, trying to hold her as gentle as possible without hurting her broken bones.

Mia pointed him in the direction of the bathing tent.

It was probably the fourth largest at the carnival with a weird hole cut in the top so the steam and smoke could get out. The tents were always built around a well for water to be used for the tubs.

There were four sections to the tent seperated by thick curtains where tubs were set in the middle. The water wouldn't by very hot unless you lit the wood on fire under the tubs, even then you had to wait a little while for the water to heat up enough to bath in hot water.

Many of the people wondering through the carnival watched them as he carried her. Noticing all the blood and remembering what they had heard about the dancers unfortunate fall. It was even rumored that she would never be able to dance again, and from the looks of her the rumors could be true.

Mia was thankful that Bejei was careful with her. She knew he would be, since he was Bejei. If it had been Bolrock carrying her it probably would have been very painful to be in his arms. She was looking up at him, smiling softly.

Bejei ignored the onlookers as he went in the direction Mia indicated to him. He eventually stormed through the flaps and strolled over to the bathing area. He set Mia on the ground, not sure if she needed him to undress her.

"Mia... do you need my help or...?" He asked while staring blankly at her.

Mia glanced at him and smiled softly. She put her good hand to her shoulder on the other side where her hurt arm was and tried to pull her robe off on that side.

She winced as she tugged on the fabric and tried to lift her arm up to pull the robe sleeve off. She winced and sighed, letting her hand fall into her lap.

"Maybe... a little help..." she said softly. She felt bad for having to get Bejei to do everything for her.

Bejei nodded his head after seeing Mia couldn't fully undress by herself. He reached over and with great care tugged the robe under her arm before letting the robe slipped to the floor. He stared at Mia's bloody body, and he cringed. It's not like it's the first time he saw blood, but it was her blood that's why.

"I should help you with this." He replied as he took off Mia's night gown, reveal her nude and bloody form.

With great caution, he lifted her into his arms, and placed her in the warm water before kneeing, watching her.