Chapter 3

Keaghen slowly opened his eyes and immediately felt an exhausting pain as he gained consciousness.

He breathed in a quickened pace sucking in the oxygen and exhaling the carbon output, ignoring the pain, and moved on to gaze at his new surroundings.

He was in a small dirty hut, there wasn't much other than a small pot to the left, some dirty clothes laying on the mud to the right and himself snuggled in multiple pieces of messy cloth.

'Where is this..'

Keaghen tried moving his arms, however the pain he was ignoring got worse.

'Shit...'

He started examining his memories and pieced together how he got in this mess.

'...That stupid woman...Why didn't she kill me'

Keaghen was contemplating on the confusing actions of the woman.

He was sure the woman was dead set on murdering him and he gladly accepted the matter, even going as far as to open his arms to make it easier for her to get it done with in a timely manner, but she hesitated and started spouting all types of nonsense in the end.

"...chu"

Keaghen tried clicking his tongue but he hadn't developed teeth yet, as only a slushy sound came out of his mouth.

'Whatever...At this rate-'

Keaghen moved only his irises down towards the aching pain that was his abdomen.

'I'll still die'

Keaghen was curious about his situation but it was just out of curiosity, he had no qualms about dying and felt that he deserved it as his purpose in life was gone.

His children would never see him again.

He was glad, he couldn't bear it when he found out his children were the ones who wanted him dead.

They were the only ones who kept his sanity in check, the ones who made it so he didn't fall into complete madness but everything crashed after that incident and he lost all reason to live at that point.

It was the same now.

Keaghen began moving his arms and legs, and flinched at the needle like pain that spread from his small back to his brain.

Keaghen noticed the blood from the abdomen spreading out once more and began smiling as the cloth covering it began getting soaked in red.

'It'll be over soon'

Keaghen continuously moved his body and grinned at the blood loss as he welcomed death's grace.

Just as the blood began flowing once more, Keaghen heard a loud wooden thud coming from the middle of the hut.

'Great...'

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It was the blonde woman.

The blonde woman entered the Hut panting heavily from a lack of breath, sweat drizzling from her pale forehead, as she gazed at the baby.

When she saw the baby's wounds open up again she immediately yelled and rushed forward frantically.

"!@*@#&*!?!!"

The blonde woman patted the baby's forehead gently with her shaking arms, while spouting incoherent gibberish that Keaghen didn't understand nor recognize.

'What is she saying..'

Keaghen stopped prancing around and silently observed the shaking woman as she began to try to comfort him.

The woman continued massaging his forehead with one hand and with her other hand, she had with her a small pouch made of dirty cloth.

She quickly unzipped the pouch and dipped her hand in what appeared to be a green viscous like substance.

Keaghen gazed at that momentarily and gazed back at the woman as she began revealing his bleeding stomach.

The woman hesitatingly began to spread the substance over the cut that was seen on the baby's belly and gently began to tap the outer layers of the cut with a clean cloth she had on hand.

Keaghen continued observing the woman giving him treatment and observed her wholly once more.

Her skin was pale but it lacked a look of healthiness, her cheeks were hollowed from what he assumed to be lack of nutrition and starvation, and her figure was all skin and bones, to the point you could see the outlines of her bones on her twig-like wrist.

As Keaghen continued observing her, he deduced the woman was actually no more than a girl that couldn't be older than 17 judging by her height and the lack of wrinkles anywhere on her face.

She looked older due to malnutrition and the state that her body was in but she was in essence a child herself.

"@#*&^"

Keaghen turned his irises back towards the woman's eyes.

She started saying words he couldn't understand again.

However, this time she was pointing towards him with an exhausted smile.

She repeated the same gibberish again, however this time it was very short.

"@#*&^"

Keaghen looked at her in confusion but kept staring at her in curiosity.

The woman's smile grew deeper.

"@#h&^"

She kept repeating that sound as she kept pointing her finger at Keaghen.

"@#han"

Keaghen blinked a bit more as he became interested in the word that she was trying to convey.

"Rohan"

'Rohan..?'

"Rohan!"

The woman worded the word a bit louder as she smiled more exuberantly at the baby, wondering if he understood.

Keaghen blinked slower and understood what it meant.

'You're naming me Rohan..?'

Keaghen inwardly sighed and closed his eyes as exhaustion took over his body.

A single thought played in his mind as he went unconscious.

'Why..'

The woman gazed at the baby as he slowly fell asleep.

He was breathing in small breaths and sleeping with such a peaceful expression.

She began to gently caress his head back and forth with her right hand.

She looked at his wounds and breathed a sigh of relief as the wounds weren't spurting out any more blood.

'The wounds seemed to be okay but Rohan never cried...'

The woman thought it odd that her baby never cried even when his wounds were open and even when she...

The woman bit her lips, when she thought about how she not long ago tried to kill her child.

She gazed back at the boy and then contemplated on the reason why he wouldn't cry.

'Is...Is it because he has foul blood...?'

The blonde shook her head.

'No...He hasn't done anything wrong, there's nothing foul with him! Maybe he can't feel pain?'

The woman compared her child with all the other baby's she had met in her lifetime and all of them had always cried at some point when they were in discomfort or even when they were hungry.

The woman then thought back to the way Rohan kept looking at her, more peculiarly the medicine she was applying.

She had then came up with the name Rohan, as it was a name for healing, in hopes that her child would at the very least live...

The woman gulped saliva down her esophagus, as an anxious and uneasy feeling welled up inside her.

She got closer to the child to confirm that he was still breathing and sighed in relief.

'Right...I need to get food and-'

The woman looked down to her chest.

The woman moved her hands and flipped up her gown revealing her skinny bonelike stomach and ribcage.

She glanced at her chest and pinched both of her nipples with either hands, trying to see if any milk would come out of them but to no avail did anything happen.

'Damn it! I..I. need to get milk!'

She looked at Rohan staggeringly to make sure he was sleeping.

Once she was sure he was resting, she placed more clothes around him to keep him warm and quietly stepped out of the hut.

Chapter 3 - Name