Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon
Chapter 86. Beyond the Veil

Chapter 86: 86. Beyond the Veil

"The situation with Maria’s health... it’s not just natural," Laura said slowly, stepping closer to Mrs. Spencer, her voice low and serious. "I believe it’s beyond what the eyes can see or the ears can hear."

Mrs. Spencer leaned in, her full attention locked on Laura’s every word.

"Roberts, please excuse us for a few minutes," she said softly, not looking away from Laura. "We need to speak in private."

Without hesitation, Roberts gave a respectful nod and turned, quietly leaving them alone on the balcony.

"What do you mean by that, Laura?" Mrs. Spencer asked, folding her arms tightly across her chest. Her expression was calm but curious, trying to grasp the weight of Laura’s words.

"I think Maria has been seeing and hearing strange things, things that aren’t... normal," Laura explained, her voice tinged with worry.

"Before she passed out, she turned to me during class and asked why I was calling her name. But I never called her. I was sitting beside her the whole time, silent."

Mrs. Spencer’s brows furrowed. "And what happened after that?"

"She looked completely confused when I told her I hadn’t called her. It was like she was trying to make sense of something only she could hear," Laura continued.

"Then, just a few minutes later, she suddenly stood up and screamed loudly, saying she was a cursed child. The whole class went silent. And before I could react... she collapsed. Just like that."

Mrs. Spencer remained still for a moment, absorbing everything Laura said. Her lips pressed tightly together as her mind raced.

"This... isn’t just a natural illness, then. Something deeper is happening to her." She paused, then asked, "Did she ever say anything else to you? Anything unusual before this incident?"

Laura shook her head.

"Not really. Except..." she hesitated, then added, "We visited Mr. Frederick recently. She wanted to talk with him about something. But she never told me the full details."

Mrs. Spencer nodded slowly, as if piecing together a puzzle in her mind. "Okay, so for now, we know she’s in a coma. We won’t jump to conclusions until we understand everything."

She straightened her shoulders and looked directly into Laura’s eyes.

"Tomorrow, I want you to go to the hospital. Observe everything you can about her condition. Watch who comes in, who goes out. Pay attention to the energy around her... anything that feels off. And report back to me."

Laura didn’t respond immediately. There was hesitation in her eyes, something Mrs. Spencer noticed right away.

"What is it, Laura?" she asked gently. "You look like something’s troubling you."

"I was hoping we could move Maria out of Celtic Hospital tonight," Laura admitted quietly. "For her safety. I believe she’d be better under our care."

Mrs. Spencer’s face hardened just slightly. "Why do you want her moved? Do you think she’s in danger there?"

Laura nodded firmly. "Yes. I can feel it... the darkness in Beta Gilbert’s mind. I don’t trust him. If he’s left alone with Maria, I’m scared of what he might do."

Mrs. Spencer took a deep breath and looked out into the fading sky before turning back to Laura. "I understand your fear. But listen to me, he won’t hurt her. Not now."

"But why?" Laura asked, confused. "What’s stopping him? Why would he protect her of all people?"

Mrs. Spencer stepped closer, her tone calm but full of meaning. "Because he needs her. For more reasons than you understand right now. That alone is enough to keep her safe—for now."

"He needs her?" Laura echoed, bewildered. "After everything he’s taken from her, what more could he possibly want?"

Mrs. Spencer smiled faintly, a knowing sadness in her eyes. "In time, you’ll know everything. But not yet. For now, follow my instructions and do what I’ve asked. Watch her. Protect her."

With that, Mrs. Spencer turned and walked away toward her room, her footsteps quiet against the floor.

Laura stood frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by questions. Her thoughts swirled with confusion as she tried to piece together the mystery.

’He’s already taken everything from her... what else does he want?’ she thought bitterly, before turning and hurrying out of the apartment, determined to protect Maria however she could.

***

Back at the hospital, the moment the nurse came rushing into the office, Bernard and Cassandra were right behind the doctor as he dashed towards Maria’s ward.

When they entered the room, Maria was still lying there, unresponsive. Her body remained still, her eyes tightly shut. But what stunned them all into silence were the tears flowing gently down her cheeks.

"Doctor..." Bernard’s voice cracked as he looked from Maria to the physician. "What’s going on? Why is she crying?"

The doctor said nothing at first. He moved closer, checking her pulse, examining her eyes and vitals. His expression was focused, but unreadable.

Cassandra stood frozen, hands clenched in front of her as her eyes filled with fear.

After a few long moments, the doctor looked up. "Her vitals are stable," he said quietly. "Her body is functioning as expected for someone in a coma. But these tears... they suggest something more."

"More?" Cassandra asked quickly. "What do you mean?"

"It’s emotional," the doctor explained. "Whatever she’s going through, it’s not just physical. Her subconscious is active. The tears suggest trauma—pain that runs deep. Maybe even something she’s experiencing while unconscious."

Bernard rubbed his palms together nervously. "So... what does this mean for her? Is she going to wake up?"

The doctor hesitated. "It’s hard to say. What’s clear is that this isn’t just a medical condition. There are layers to her condition that medicine alone can’t reach. But the tears... they’re a good sign."

Cassandra leaned forward. "A good sign? How?"

"It means not all parts of her are shut down. Her mind is still active. It gives us hope," the doctor said gently.

"So there’s still a chance," Bernard murmured.

"There’s always a chance," the doctor nodded. "We continue her treatment. Keep her surrounded by people she trusts. Talk to her. Let her hear your voices."

As they stepped out of the room quietly, the weight of everything hung in the air.

Outside the ward, Cassandra suddenly turned to the doctor, desperation in her voice.

"Please, doctor... do everything you can to save her. Maria means the world to me. She’s not just my friend, she’s like the sister I never had."

Overcome by emotion, Cassandra broke into tears. Bernard stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her, trying to steady her trembling shoulders.

"Maria will come out of this," he whispered with confidence. "She’s strong. She has to."