damon marcello

Everything seemed to happening in a blur and Damon felt overwhelmed and lost all at the same time. He glared at the huddle of nurses working over the screaming child like they had the answers but he'd never felt so helpless. He knew even in the same thought that threatened their very existence that he couldn't do anything more for their child than they were doing now. He didn't know how to help her and it was killing him. When the doctor finally turned toward them, he saw her flinch and felt nothing. He could rip her very heart from her chest right now and he wouldn't feel a thing, but he stayed his urges. His fingers twitched at his side as he pictured it already, but he knew an outburst like that wasn't going to save their daughter. So instead, he called up every ounce of control he had in his being and he simply watched her, watched and waited for the bad news he knew she was about to give. For Damon had a lot of time in his existence to watch humans and learn their mannerisms and he knew just from a glimpse at her tense hopeless features that their daughter was dying and there was nothing she could do about it.

She brushed past Damon's shadow and went to Isolt instead. He followed, standing just over her shoulder as she told Isolt because he knew in that moment that his wife would need him more than anything in these precious moments. He listened with rapt attention but was already accepting the worst as she told Isolt how they'd been planning and learning as they go, because these births are unheard of. Then the other shoe fell and his whole body stiffened like a board, his gaze tearing back to that of his screaming daughter as the nurses continued to work on her. He forced his eyes away if only because he knew Isolt was alive and needed him now more than ever. He pushed himself to walk those last two heavy steps to her side and watched the emotions fall over her features. As blood started to seep down her cheeks, he held back the urge to wipe it away, giving her space and time to come to terms with everything.

He hated this for her more than anything. Seeing the pain in those deep blue eyes crushed him on a whole new level. She was his heart and she was breaking. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let her go, protect her from all the heartbreak and the grief in the world. But he couldn't protect her from this and he felt like a failure. he watched as the doctor tried to comfort her colleague and friend. He almost admired her courage for reaching out to touch Isolt during this time, knowing that one of her fingers could crush every last of her own. It would have been touching if he had any humanity for the humans before him right now. All he had was going into Isolt for the moment, into making sure she was going to make it through this. Cause if she was lost, then there was no hope for him. When Isolt's voice finally came, it was broken and desperate and Damon's jaw clenched, his lips forming a thin line as he heard all the helplessness in her voice.

She asked Renee to do something, anything, and the doctor assured her that she would but Damon had already accepted there was nothing left to be done. He was used to disappointment on all levels, though he knew he'd have to help Isolt through this one in particular. It wasn't just a puppy they couldn't adopt right now. This was the child she'd carried for nine months being yanked right out of her hands. He heard her desperate plea, asking Renee to give the baby blood. For a moment, hope sprang to life in his own chest. Yes, why hadn't he thought of that? Blood. His gaze swept back to Renee and Isolt with determination, hoping the doctor wouldn't think to question the demand. A growl started from his lips the moment the doctor had the audacity to argue, saying it wouldn't but Isolt beat him to it, her voice dropping to a whisper that was even more deadly as she told the doctor to "Do it."

A shiver raced through his skin at the implications behind her words. This was not a time to get turned on, but his wife always had a power over him. He watched as a nurse came over and took her blood then went back to to the child. His eyes watched them like a hawk, even as he didn't move from his spot by Isolt, knowing she'd be watching as well. The moment she reached for him, he gave her his hand, already squeezing hers for comfort and to let her know he was there. He always would be for her. He couldn't find smooth talking words or anything in that moment but didn't feel they would have an effect anyway, not while all eyes were on their daughter and what might or might not save her life.