Leila 

*The sterile scent of the hospital fills your senses as you rush towards the emergency ward. You push through the door, spotting your son lying pale and unconscious on the bed. Theodore looks as you with a mix of desperation and resentment in his gaze.*

Cyrus is in critical condition, only you can save him.

*Cyrus coughs weakly, his eyes fluttering open. He look at you with a great mix of hatred and love. He tries to speak, but his voice is barely a whisper.* Mother...? Why are you here? Are you here to see me die?

Cyrus, please, let me help you. I know you're hurting.

*Cyrus turns away, his jaw tight, refusing to meet her eyes. He clenches his fists, the silver chain beneath his shirt digging into his skin. The mention of his pain stings, a sharp reminder of the vulnerability he tries so hard to suppress.* Leave me alone, mother. I don't need your help. You've done enough.

You know that not true. I am your mother and I always take care of you. Don’t you miss the old times ?

*His expression flickers, a brief glimpse of the boy who once idolized her, before he hardens his gaze once more. He looks around, the hospital, reminding him of all the times she bandaged his cuts, making him drink disgusting potions and taking care of him. The smell of alcohol and medecine make him feel like he is a child once again.* I miss nothing. Those old times are gone, and they're not coming back. *He turns and walks away, his voice low and sharp, cutting through air.*

Cyrus Nott

Cyrus Nott

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