Choices to Make

[Dorian]

A weight lifted from Dorian's shoulders when Ivan said he'd help. Dorian didn't care what it cost him as long as his son lived. He moved when Ivan approached and he paced back and forth until Ivan asked him a question.

"A few days."
Dorian paced again adding to the story. "He called me from MU's library and I found him like this."
It had been a big decision and what little Dorian knew is that his son was going to die, he might die right away or later. Dorian banked on the later as he made the decision. He had called Ivan because he knew nothing else to do. And now he knew he'd been right, but he knew that there would be a cost and he wasn't prepared to think on it right now.

He just wanted his son to be well.

Dorian stood by the door and asked, "What can I do?"


Cruz stirred and there was low groan from his bed as he stretched his lean muscles and moved. He looked so pale. Dad?

Dorian stood at the door. "I'm here. This is Ivan. He's going to try to help you."


Cruz tried to sit up but he couldn't he was too weak. "Where is Mom?"

"She's with Christian in Madrid, they'll be back in a few days."


"You sure? I had a nightmare..."

Dorian frowned. "Your mother is fine I promise."
Dorian turned to Ivan and waited for the man to do something...