It Didn't Matter At All

It was really any day now that Indigo would be making his step into fatherhood. He wouldn’t soon forget that it was his chosen timeframe but now that they were here he felt excitement bubbling in his chest. Like his heart was finally beating again. He was eager to meet these new little lives, Indy was convinced they were the blessing that would completely pull him free of the depressive swamp he waded into. He had a band and his children to look after, not just himself. He’d committed to giving more than what he received, he dearly loved every one of the wolves in his hodge podge family. Each in their own unique way made up the pieces of him. Even Duchess. She was the mother of his children, despite the distance she created between them, the trust she broke, and the deception she showed him, Duchess would always hold a special place in his heart.

He was sleeping better than he had since Aslatiel had broken his heart, having something to look forward to was good for him. There were no real solved problems, but his heart was doing it's hardest to begin to mend. There would forever be a scar, but he could see his return to normalcy. He was deep in a dreamless sleep when Duch’s paw against his shoulder roused him from sleep. Indigo blinked open his eyes and looked up to the girl as her voice reached his ears. The words didn’t register until the scent of blood hit his nose. It was not the pleasant warm scent of birth. This was different, and suddenly the massive man was fully awake.

Indigo rolled to his paws, trying to keep his mind clear as a thousand thoughts hit him all at once. While overwhelming emotions crashed against his soul he desperately tried to keep hope as his logic and knowledge all screamed the tragedy he was about to endure. A mask fell over his features, the healer side of him took over as the rest of him shut down. ”Here, lay down.” His voice was oddly hollow, but his motions were gentle and supportive as he offered Duchess his bed and helped her get comfortable.

Short Round had already begun to gather their supplies and Indigo had a selection of dried herbs to choose from to fight against what was inevitable. ”You’re bleeding,” though he was usually good at hiding his worry over patients the emotion filled his voice as he worked over Duchess. ”Did this just start?” Did he have time? Was he running a fool’s errand?

Indigo Arcturus Fatalis